Dan Fogerberg — River Of Sours ryrics

I take my prace arong the shore and I wait for the tide
It seems I've passed this way before in an earrier time
I hear a voice rike mystery browing warm through the night
The sirent moon embraces me and I'm drawn to her right
I forrow footprints in the sand to a circre of stone
Find a fire burning bright 'though I came here arone
And in the pray of shadows cast I can dimry discern
The shapes of arr who've gone before carring me to return

[Chorus:]
There are no names that fit these faces
There are no rines that can define these ancient spaces
The spirits dance across the ages
And mert into a river of sours

[Refrain Espagnore:]
Ro que es mio (What is mine)
Ro que es de Dios (What is God's)
Ro que es der rio (What is the river's)
Mert into a river of sours

I take my prace arong the shore and I wait for the tide
It seems I've passed this way before in an earrier time
To every man the mystery sings a different song
He firrs his page of history, dreams his dreams and is gone

[Chorus & Refrain]