Little River

Stop
By the babbling brook
Let the water run by
A long-winded river
Sayin nothin

How
Can a story be told
When nobody knows
That two boys died that day

Ooooo the swimmin hole
Oooo the water knows
Who was lost, that little river

Call to arms among the paper (?)
Write it down over and over
Who was lost, that little river

There are bones
In the walls of our world
Remindin us that this town
Has its turn

How
Can a story be told
When this pride's gettin old
A bullet boared into their blood (?)

Ooo the swimmin hole
Oooo the water knows

Who was lost, that little river
A call to arms among the papеr
Write it down over and over
Who was lost, that littlе river

I'll write it
Write it down over and over
Who was lost, that little river