Woorden: Marty Robbins. First Bend In The River.

Past the first bend in the river
Is another bend I can't see
And the bend that keeps calling
Is the bend that keeps hiding from me

Past the first hill on the desert
Is another hill I can't see
And the hill that keeps hiding
Is the hill that keeps calling to me

In the cottonwood by the river
A morning dove calls his mate
He has true love to give her
But love for me must wait


Till I've travelled every river
And each desert hill I have climbed
If I find love to my liking
I'll leave the river's bend far behind