Lyrics: Richard James Farrell
Music: Ziv Moran/Richard James Farrell
I was born in the river one day
Washed me clean and cold
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til the river runs dry my friend
I was born in the mountain air
It shook me to its' peaks
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til the mountain's had its' say
Oh lord I won't come home
I won't come home to play
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til the river runs dry my friend
I was born in the earth by hand
Pluck out like a fruit
Oh lord I won't come come
'Til this see becomes a tree
I was born in the ocean's depths
Made my way up for air
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til I'm one these old seas
Oh lord I won't come home
I won't come home to play
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til the river runs dry my friend
Oh lord I won't come home
I won't come home to play
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til the river runs dry my friend
I was born in the river one day
Washed me clean and cold
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til the river runs dry my friend
Ohhhhhhhhhh
Yea yea
I was born in the river one day
Washed me clean and cold
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til the river runs dry my friend
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til the river runs dry my friend
Oh lord I won't come home
'Til the river runs dry my friend