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Chapman
While walking on the bank of the wild wild river, just losing the day
An old man appeared, I was a feared and started moving away
He said: 'I mean you no harm' - and his voice it was calming to my troubled mind
He went on and said: 'Son, boy don't you runaway blind'
From the very first cry, very first cry
From the very first cry, it comes
So I stopped and I turned, he looked at me eyes holding gentle concern
'Take the heat off your brow, please, suffer an old man's tongue'
'Cause if you worry your life then like the wild wild river, it'll never stay long
Unlike winters go round and summers go south and it's gone .
From the very first cry, very first cry
From the very first cry, it comes
The long goodbye, yeah
Well, I lost myself down by the wild wild river and pondered upon
What was meant by who was sent but now was gone
On reflection it seems, simple naive in the face of despair
But if I'm losing my way, it helps me to climb that stair
From the very first cry, very first cry
From the very first cry, it comes
The long goodbye