Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Me and my dad used to go trout fishing some evenings, giving it up only after the bats came out of abandoned mine shafts, bats slamming into our lines, fouling our fishing. I would have stayed if only to sit by the campfire, gazing at the dancing lights, sipping coffee, listening to the hoot owls.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
There were giant pines in the forest, and birds, like the wood-pecker who laid her eggs in a hollow; and we watched for days the eggs till they hatched and little wood-peckers chirped for mother.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
Caught our limit of cutthroat trout one evening, a whole school going crazy for our flies, us reeling them in one after another, the fish jumping straight out of the water, and crashing back in and diving for freedom.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
Slowly wandered off and came to this point all this life-time later. Never coulda, never woulda guessed.
my huckleberry friend,
Moon river, and me....
And there was me on the river in Africa, floating down in the moon-light. Such a lot of world to see.
Andy Williams, "Moon River": http://www.youtube.com/watch?