Lyrics:
awake, my day really gets its great start,
All the winds and the birds join the simple refrain of a rippling stream,
My world becomes a midsummer night's
and dreams,
Like drops of rain on rippling streams
That wind and bend,
Rivers with no end,
Flowing on the other side of me.
It seems I always get
For me it's not over
Walkin on the bridge on day
Lookin out across the bay
I saw a rippling in the water
Once a big ship had passed
I borrowed
the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland
Through
Through the hills of Minnesota
Where the rippling waters fall
No chances can be taken
On the Wabash Cannonball
Chorus
Here's to Daddy Klaxton
May his name
Uncle Sam's fair land
It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam
She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide
Comes
Inside all the people a check black spark
Rippling like magma in their hearts
Under all the highlights and gyroscopes
Physical impulsing
Uncle Sam's fair land
It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam
She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide
I can hear the rippling water falling gently
From the waterfall that I have found
From the meadow I hear meadowlarks a singing
Seems there's sounds
My cathedral has a ceiling of blue my cathedral neath the sky
Where I may lift up my eyes unto the hills
And hear music from a stream rippling by
old and feeble and our hair is turning grey
We no longer hear the rippling of the leaves
Still I always love you darling as I did those stary nights
them rippling waters fall
No changes need be taken on that Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along
and dreams,
Like drops of rain on rippling streams
That wind and bend,
Rivers with no end,
Flowing on the other side of me.
It seems I always get
be full of happiness
Oh chimes from the church bells will ring
With each hour they'll be rippling
Something old, something new
Something
states are dandy, so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota, where the rippling waters fall
No
I am in the water
As far as I can see
Oh, I'm remembering distant memories
Recalling other names
Rippling over canyons
And boiling in the train
be full of happiness
Oh chimes from the church bells will ring
With each hour they'll be rippling
Something old, something new
Something
no longer fills the air
The rippling notes have left the old mill stream
There's nothing left for me but just a dream
There'd be no rain in Cherry
afternoon tea
Mid robins and roses, and then life will be
A poem by Kipling, while troubles go rippling by.
of happiness
Oh chimes from the church bells will ring
With each hour they`ll be rippling
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
of happiness
Oh chimes from the church bells will ring
With each hour they'll be rippling
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
I
can't be the scene.
But I am in the water
As far as I can see.
I'm remembering distant memories,
Recalling other names,
Rippling over canyons,
I'm
air now restless and dank
Yet the fields are specked with flowers
Few and rank
Moon reflecting off the water
Rippling an image to me
Of the way
I was born a land-bound farm boy
And in New England raised
The rippling of the wheat fields
Well they were my ocean waves
Each rise and fall, each
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