Indians before us, bears before us all
Followed this trail down to the falls
Before the tar and asphalt
Before the verdant forest green
There was a thick primeval bog
And the river still ran clean
We're following the Great Falls Road
To where the waters tumble
To plummet in the bosom of the rock
We're following the Great Falls Road
To where the heavens rumble
In the voice of the water
Just above the seventh lock
The river's still concealing
The mystery of her rage
Continually revealing her resilience
Age to age
On her banks she still deposits
Her gifts of silt and lime
It's a gift that keeps on giving
Time after time
When the houses are all shuttered
And the traffic dies away
And the hills are still and silent
At the closing of the day
When the road is turned to rubble
Relinquished to the wild
We will know then to the rier
Humankind is but a child
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