Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: The Magnificent Leon Bridges singing 'River'

Sunday, September 9, 2018

The Magnificent Leon Bridges singing 'River'

My favorite new artist, Leon Bridges...

RIVER

Been traveling these wide roads for so long

My heart’s been far from you
Ten-thousand miles gone

Oh, I wanna come near and give ya
Every part of me
But there's blood on my hands
And my lips aren’t clean

In my darkness I remember
Momma’s words reoccur to me
"Surrender to the good Lord
And he’ll wipe your slate clean"

Take me to your river
I wanna go
Oh, go on
Take me to your river
I wanna know

Tip me in your smooth waters
I go in
As a man with many crimes
Come up for air
As my sins flow down the Jordan

Oh, I wanna come near and give ya
Every part of me
But there's blood on my hands
And my lips aren’t clean

Take me to your river
I wanna go
Go on,
Take me to your river
I wanna know

I wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know

Take me to your river
I wanna go
Lord, please let me know
Take me to your river
I wanna know

Songwriters: Austin Jenkins / Chris Vivion / Joshua Block / Todd Michael Bridges

1 comment:

Terra said...: Outstanding man, performance and song. Thanks for sharing it, he is new to me.; September 23, 2018 at 11:56 AM

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