Paso Rio
Joan Baez
River Crossing
I cross the river
I cross the springs
I always find you washing the colors off your face
The water carries them away
If you go to the spring, don't drink the water
Your frog eyes poisoned it
I cross the river
I cross the springs
I always find you washing the colors off your face
The water carries them away
If you go to the spring, don't drink the water
Your frog eyes poisoned it