The River

The River

By Bruce Springsteen

I come from down in the valley(ˈvalē)
Where, mister, when you’re young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
When she was just seventeen
We’d ride(rīd) out of this valley down to where the fields were green

We’d go down to the river
And into the river we’d dive(dīv)
Oh, down to the river we’d ride

Then I got Mary pregnant(ˈpreɡnənt)
And man, that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union(ˈyo͞onyən) card and a wedding(ˈwediNG) coat
We went down to the courthouse(ˈkôrtˌhous)
And the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle(īl)
No flowers, no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river
And into the river we’d dive
Oh, down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction(kənˈstrəkSH(ə)n) for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain’t been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well, mister, they vanished(ˈvaniSH) right into the air
Now I just act like I don’t remember
And Mary acts like she don’t care

But I remember us riding in my brother’s car
Her body tan(tan) and wet down at the reservoir(ˈrezərˌvwär)
At night on them banks I’d lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she’d take
Now those memories come back to haunt(hônt) me
They haunt me like a curse(kərs)
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true
Or is it something worse

That sends me down to the river
Though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
My baby and I
Oh, down to the river we ride

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh