I looked out across The river today, I saw a city in the fog and
an old church tower Where the seagulls play. I saw the sad shire
horses walking home In the sodium light I saw two priests on the
ferry October geese on a cold winter's night And all this
time, the river flowed Endlessly to the sea. Two priests came
round our house tonight One young, one old, to offer prayers for
the dying To serve the final rite, One to learn, one to teach,
Which way the cold wind blows Fussing and flapping in priestly
black Like a murder of crows And all this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea If I had my way I'd take a boat from
the river And I'd bury the old man, I'd bury him at
sea Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth
Better to be poor than a fat man in the eye of a needle And as
these words were spoken I swear I hear The old man laughing,
'What good is a used up world, and how could it be worth
having' And all this time the river flowed Endlessly like a
silent tear And all this time the river flowed Father, if Jesus
exists, Then how come he never lived here. The teacher told us,
the Romans built this place They built a wall and a temple, an
edge of the empire Garrison town, They lived and they died, they
prayed to their gods But the stone gods did not make a sound And
their empire crumbled, 'til all that was left Were the
stones the workmen found And all this time the river flowed In
the falling light of a northern sun If I had my way I'd
take a boat from the river Men go crazy in congregations But
they only get better One.