June 1st
I sat by Denny Creek
And heard it tell its tale
Of white foamy rushing water
Filled with stones and wood
Its roar was a melody sweet
That needed no refrain
The song played on and on
I forgot my face
My name
I sat by Denny Creek
And heard it tell its tale
Of white foamy rushing water
Filled with stones and wood
Its roar was a melody sweet
That needed no refrain
The song played on and on
I forgot my face
My name