I'm going to find me a dying river
  and strike a deal with her I'll say.
  "I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
  to a place where your headwaters will flow
  clean through to your mouth".
  in return I'll request a small sanctuary
  by her banks where we will live
  with our small family
  she will water our garden
  and clean the dirt from our skin.
  While the word clamours at our door
  we will dance and not let them in.
    and if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone
  find our river stolen, find our sanctuary gone
  we will stand and take stock and be grateful
  for what we've not lost.
  we will pack up our bags, pack our small family
  head across the valley to where the aspen trees
  shiver as they ascend-
  the green hills rising to blue.
  at the edge of the shopping we will turn
  and bid fond ädieu".
    All that I know to be true
  is the touch of your hand on my skin.
  one look from you can so easily soothe
  all this turmoil within.
  as we dance cheek to cheek
  with our feet so completely
  locked in a time all our own.
  I stop to speak
  but you gently keep me
  moving in time to the song.
  and in a voice that is sloppy with gin
  you say, "let the world spin".
    I'm going to find me a dying river
  and strike a deal with her I'll say,
  Ď'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
  to place where your headwaters will flow
  clean through to your mouth".
  in return I'll request a small sanctuary
  by her banks where we will live
  with our small family
  she will water our garden
  and clean the dirt from our skin.
  while the world clamours at our door
  we will dance and not let them in.