FOLK/PROTEST
Sailing down my dirty stream
Still I love it and
I'll keep the dream
That some day, though maybe
not this year
My Hudson River will
once again run clear
It starts high in the mountains
of the north
Crystal clear and icy trickles forth
With just a few floating
wrappers of chewing gum
Dropped by some hikers
to warn of things to come
Still I love it and
I'll keep the dream
That some day, though maybe
not this year
My Hudson River will
once again run clear
It starts high in the mountains
of the north
Crystal clear and icy trickles forth
With just a few floating
wrappers of chewing gum
Dropped by some hikers
to warn of things to come