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I got a memory like a stream with a stickThe good ones flow by, the ugly ones stickGather around and block up the flow'Til the kids come down looking for something rotten and wet to throwRainboots on and a plastic pitchforkIf it weren't such a pleasure, it'd only be workRaincoats on, and run for the doorIf it weren't such a pleasure, it'd be just a choreHey Dad! That river's running clearIt's a good old harvest those rotten leaves'll be good for topsoil another yearHey Dad! That river's running clearGood for the topsoil, bad for the deerMirror, mirror, on the wallWhat happened to those good things that happened last fall?Well, they all washed away with a nod and a grinSometimes a victory's just something you winWell, they all washed away with a wink and a nodThe losses they gather like leaves on a logHey Dad! The riverbed's cloggedIt's a long, lonely winter, and a long hard slogGo get your sister, go grab that stickDon't let 'em build up, get it done quickLetras de cancionesCan't you feel it? What can I say?The river brings, and the river takes awayI can see it! I can see where it goes!It came down from the mountain, and it went with the snowWhat can I give it? What will it cast away? What will it raise up? What will it bring come day?I can speak to it! I know what to say!Rinse your hands in the river, then raise them to prayHey Dad! The riverbed's cloggedIt's a long, lonely winter, and a long hard slogGo get your sister, go grab that stickDon't let 'em build up, get it done quick From Letras Mania