[Am]Past the first bend in the [C]river
Is [Am]another bend I can't [Dm]see
And the bend that keeps calling is
The bend that keeps hiding from [C]me
[Am]Past the first hill on the [C]desert
Is [Am]another hill I can't [Dm]see
And the hill that keeps hiding
is the hill that keeps calling to [C]me
In the [Am]cottonwood by the [Em]river
A [F]mourning dove calls his [C]mate
He has [Am]true love to [Em]give her
But [F]love for me must [G7]wait
[C]Till I've [Am]traveled every [C]river
And each [Am]desert hill I have climbed [G7]
If I f[Am]ind love to my liking
I'll leave the river's [G7]bend far [C]behind
Past the first bend in the river
Is another bend I can't see
And the bend that keeps calling is
The bend that keeps hiding from me
Past the first hill on the desert
Is another hill I can't see
And the hill that keeps hiding
is the hill that keeps calling to me
In the cottonwood by the river
A mourning dove calls his mate
He has true love to give her
But love for me must wait
Till I've traveled every river
And each desert hill I have climbed
If I find love to my liking
I'll leave the river's bend far behind