You travel through hill and dales and bends
Your pristine waters, they beckon
Your stories are told by whiskered old men
With a scratch to the head, they’re reflectin’
Remember the logs, the ties and the timber?
The way we worked dawn to dusk?
The Current, she helped us get em’ to market
This grand old lady, in her you could trust
On and on, the sages all spoke
of the river that took them to town
Respect her and watch her, the Current’s no joke
She provides us a living, she’ll make you go down
Lo and behold, she beckoned us all
to her shores, without any shoes
To play and to watch her clear waters crawl
Where she goes, we haven’t a clue
The laughter is broken, sounds are not right!
Something’s amiss on this waterway
She was just here, right here in our sight
Oh wicked Current, You’ve taken this day