Ralph Stanley - Standing by the river

Here I ^Astand by this chilly water waitin’ for my final call Standing by the river looking be^Eyond Gazin’ toward the ^Aland of fadeless beauty o’er the surges rise and fall Standing by the river ^Elooking be^Ayond

Standing by the ^Ariver waiting for the boatman Listen to the music on the other ^Eshore I can hear the ^Aangels singing out a welcome With my friends and loved ones who have ^Egone be^Afore

Music from the ^Aland of endless glory fallin upon my listening ear Standing by the river looking be^Eyond Faces of ^Afriends I often vision forms of loved ones oft appear Standing by the river ^Elooking be^Ayond

Standing by the ^Ariver waiting for the boatman Listen to the music on the other ^Eshore I can hear the ^Aangels singing out a welcome With my friends and loved ones who have ^Egone be^Afore

Shadows of ^Anight are swiftly falling lo I hear the boatman’s oar Standing by the river looking be^Eyond Many are the ^Avoices sweetly calling I must tarry hear no more Standing by the river ^Elooking be^Ayond

Standing by the ^Ariver waiting for the boatman Listen to the music on the other ^Eshore I can hear the ^Aangels singing out a welcome With my friends and loved ones who have ^Egone be^Afore