"Driftwood On The River" lyrics

"Driftwood On The River"

I'm just drift-wood on the river floating down the tide
I don't care where this old river carries me
I keep drifting just because my heart is broken inside
And I'm tired of wishing for what can not be

I may meet some bit of drift-wood lost same as I
Share a hand shake and a tender tear or two
But It's always good luck now we got to say good-bye
I must wander on to keep my rendezvous

Though I drift through town and city I can never stay
For I find no place to call my home sweet home
I don't ask for help or pity I just go my way
All I'm praying for is peace to dream alone

I'm just drift-wood on the river and I'm drifting on
Till this weary river meets the deep blue sea
Where the deep blue sea may help me to forget someone
Yes the careless one who has forgotten me

In my heart I don't feel bitter over what has been
I feel sorry for the one I must forget
And instead of being someone with the world to win
I'm just drift-wood on the river of regret


Writer(s): Bob Miller, John Klenner
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