Sometimes I sit and wonder What's become of the thunderAnd why the lightning strikes again The river's ragingMy tired body's aching I remember when life was like thatOh, she knows I'll go down to Kennybeck River Sitting on a green grassy hillIn my heart I will be sitting by the river Oh, she knows I'll come to the millAnd the old man at the mill I think his name was NellSaying, come on boys, let's camp out that home partOh, she knows I'll go down to Kennybeck River Sitting on a green grassy hillIn my heart I will ever be sitting by the riverOh, she knows I'll go down to Kennybeck River Sitting on a green grassy hill¶¶¶¶¶¶
