[Spoken]
Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild
river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but
we knew it as the Green.

It was daylight on the river but we couldn't see
the sun
And we couldn't hear our voices through the roar
But we felt the boilin' current and our blood was
runnin' cold
As we headed down the canyon of Lodore
And the gods were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the Green

[Chorus]
And we died a thousand times in that forty miles
of hell
The longest day of life we'd ever seen
But we lived to tell the story and we know the
story well
The day we ran the rapids of the Green

We were thirty-two in number when we gathered on
the shore
And we headed off into the great unknown
But we summoned up our courage an' we formed a
mighty team
And we ran that ragin' river all alone
Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the Green

[Echoing shouts.]


And we hear a thousand echoes on the mighty canyon
walls
As we shouted from the waters far below
And we saw the ancient warnings and we heard the
ghostly cries
Of the men who ran the river long ago
And we prayed that they were with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the Green

[Echoing shouts.]


Now the memories are swirlin' in the eddies of our
minds
But the waters of the Green are flowin' clear
And the canyon of Lodore will be a long remembered
tale
To be told around the campfires through the years
Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the Green

[Chorus]
And we died a thousand times in that forty miles
of hell
The longest day of life we'd ever seen
But we lived to tell the story and we know the
story well
The day we ran the rapids of the Green

[Echoing shouts. Fade out.]