Where The River Sings

[Verse 1]
By the river bend where the moss hangs low,
Old men hum tunes from long ago.
Steamboats whistle a lonesome cry,
While the jazzmen pray to the delta sky.

Candles flicker in windows wide,
Spirits walk when the moon don't hide.
Bourbon’s breath and a funeral drum,
Singin' stories of what we’ve become.


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[Chorus]
Where the river sings, New Orleans breathes,
In every horn and every breeze.
From Congo Square to voodoo rites,
We dance through storms and neon lights.
Oh, where the river sings,
That’s where the soul of freedom rings...


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[Verse 2]
Tales carved deep in wrought iron rail,
Of queens who rose and kings who failed.
Gospel fire and haunted cries,
In every porch where a trumpet lies.

Marchin' bands under Spanish beams,
Carryin’ hope through broken dreams.
From jazz to funk, from blues to brass,
We hold our past like stained glass.


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[Chorus – same with deeper harmonies]
Where the river sings, New Orleans breathes,
A gumbo soul of ancient seeds.
Tambourines and poet’s rhyme,
We bend the clock, we stop the time.
Oh, where the river sings,
We let our sorrow grow wings...


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[Bridge – spoken/sung softly]
Now listen child, this ain’t no tale—
This city rises when all else fails.
She cries, she laughs, she drinks, she moans...
But never lets her people roam alone.


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[Final Chorus – slow, nostalgic]
Where the river sings, our spirits stay,
Even when our bodies drift away.
New Orleans knows, New Orleans keeps,
Our wildest hopes, our deepest sleeps.
Oh, where the river sings...
We live forever in her wings...


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[Outro – ghost echo with harmonica & brass fading out:]
“Where the river... sings...”