| I can close my eyes and it takes me back |
| To two young lovers on that riverbank |
| To the sounds of the wind and the whip-poor-will |
| And the way that your bare skin would feel |
| As we laid in the sun I could see your eyes |
| Blue as the blue in that Southern sky |
| Kisses warm as a wild red rose |
| At the bend in the river where the cottonwood grows |
| And we’d dance |
| And we’d sing |
| And we’d love each other as the pale moon glows |
| At the bend in the rivr where the cottonwood grows |
| At th bend in the river where the cottonwood grows |
| I can still recall the words you said |
| And the plans we dreamed as we looked ahead |
| But the fork in the river took us separate ways |
| As the years went by, I can’t forget those days |
| And I often wonder but I’ll never know |
| If we ended up followin' a different road |
| Would we still be layin' by the wild red rose? |
| At the bend in the river where the cottonwood grows |
| And we’d dance |
| And we’d sing |
| And we’d love each other as the pale moon glows |
| At the bend in the river where the cottonwood grows |
| At the bend in the river where the cottonwood grows |
| I can close my eyes and it takes me back |
| To two young lovers on that riverbank |