Текст песни Mr. Powell

just about a hundred years or so ago ten men rode their way down the mighty colorado and as I read about their journey I couldn't help but feel a very similar yearning to mr. powell and I wish that I could have been there with him the way he talked about the river, I could tell the revelations he must have felt within himself, the realization of what man's supposed to do, I feel it too as they would ride over the waves as they would glide over the waves the river forged its way through canyons that were so high that the clouds would float within them cascade fountains moss surrounded on through a gorge grand beyond description and the river rolls and like a whirlpool it sets my mind to spinnin' can you imagine walls that went so high the sky would be nothing more than a single thin blue line and rocks would rainbow their way up to the sky as they would ride over the waves as they would glide over the waves you'd hear them singing, singing ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...