Sittin’ by the river and a-dreamin’ in the sun;

laughing gulls a-singin’ o’er the water to the Son.

Just stopping awhile to be with my Lord and

rest in his everlasting arms.

 

A shrimp boat graceful in the evening mist cruisin’ to the bay for the catch of the day; while the rest of the fleet’s docked at rivers edge with their captains hoping for reprieve. Yes, their captains hoping for reprieve.

 

Sittin’ by the river and a-dreamin’ in the sun;

laughing gulls a-singin’ o’er the water to the Son.

Just stopping awhile to be with my Lord and

rest in his everlasting arms.

 

Where? Oh where have the oystermen gone? The bays are empty, not a boat in sight. Their livelihood’s gone, taking self-respect and their vision for the future dimmed by pain. Yes, their vision for the future dimmed by pain.

 

Sittin’ by the river and a-dreamin’ in the sun;

laughing gulls a-singin’ o’er the water to the Son.

Just stopping awhile to be with my Lord and

rest in his everlasting arms.

 

Oh, the vision for the river rests in God’s holy hands and He made us stewards of the seas and the land. But we can’t ignore our fellow-man for we are our brothers’ keeper says the Lord. Yes, we are our brothers, keeper says the Lord

 

Sittin’ by the river and a-dreamin’ in the sun;

laughing gulls a-singin’ o’er the water to the Son.

Just stopping a-while to be with my Lord and

rest in his everlasting arms.