River Wild

I was born in the 50s, small village so sweet

By the river we'd laugh, where the old pine trees meet

Fishing lines cast, with my dad by my side

The sun on the water, our worries would hide

Oh river wild, hold my memories tight

In the whispers of winds, where our dreams took flight

Through the laughter and tears, I still hear the call

Of the best of our times, in that small village hall

Summer days spent, with a soccer ball near

Barefoot on grass, feeling young without fear