With the Western wind
And a disciplined shoulder
I am growing up
I am getting older
In the Eastern sun
On a porch-front roller
We are growing up
We are getting older
You came rolling in
Like a gumboot soldier
And ya stand your ground
As you're getting older
And I comfort you
As it's getting colder
And you comfort me
And we're getting older
And your hair is gray
Now the mountains taller
I/we keep rolling on and on and on
I'm a porch-front baller
You're a River Queen
I'm a lucky kind of man
And we watch the ships just drift on by
As the waves grow taller
And they wash away our home
And they wash away our skins
And they wash away our bones
And they wash away our sins
And they wash away our loves
And they wash away our kids
And they carry away our souls
Together, Forever