The River Carries a Heavy Burden
Baby bring your basket here,
And a bucket filled with salty tears,
A vessel filled with generations
Who placed within their hopes and fears.
They are carried down the river drifting
Flowing ever onward now
To where the land of our children
Is tended by the Great Mother.
A basket filled with hopes and fears
Upon a river of a million tears,
Forever outward onward flowing
Into the future forever drifting.
To the place where our children sleep
The highest hope we hope to keep,
Tended by our Mother's hand
In that undiscovered land.
Give us this day
Our daily bread.
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