The river's wide
And I'm taking in the good breeze
To wash away the homesick blues that hounded me
I spent the night with a girl in Buenos Aires
Whose smile was bright and spoke about the lights that had pulled her from the night
Her trip was almost done
I lost the track of time and facts
Until the water got me high enough
To feel the kiss, the singing bliss
Of fleeting love that takes off like a dove
I'm whistling along the silvery river chant
I think its patterns may be something we'll never grasp
I lost the track of time and facts
Until the water got me high enough
To feel the kiss, the singing bliss
Of fleeting love that takes off like a dove
Well I can I see the moon
And I can see the day
And I can see the moon
And I can see the day