The day the river freezes is the day it won`t seem fair
`Cos they`ll come to get the river lady
And I don`t think they`ll care
I know they`ll scrape her paint off
In their same old foolish ways
Now the people see the river
But the old ship`s gone away.
Water turns cold and gets to freezing
Before you even know ;it the old girl`s easing
Away from her berth round by the point and out of our view
Off in the mist her engines pounding `
Back on the banks that old horn`s sounding
A little good-bye
a little I`ll do what I must do
A little good-bye
a little I`ll do what I must do.
I know I will remember when I cannot hear that horn
That would roll up by the mountains
As she took us through the storm
I know they`ve got to take her
But I can`t say I approve
`Cos she`s won so many battles
That I hate to see her lose.
Water turns cold and gets to freezing
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