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She's a mighty big river, the Humber, my friend,
When she's wild, she's the devil, when she's calm, she's a friend;
And when the silvers are running, and I'm there all alone.
She's the last of the reasons I keep going home.
I sit in the darkness, just below the big falls,
And I stare at the heavens and I talk to my God;
I put my hand in her waters, she cleanses my soul,
She's the last of the reasons I keep going home.
I left home a gypsy and I seen it all,
The good and the bad, the short and the tall;
Money can't buy me, but the big falls I know,
Is the last of the reasons I keep going home.
When I'm somewhere or nowhere I dream of the falls,
Where I fished from her waters with my friend Smokey Ball;
I don't have to tell him, when he sees me he knows,
She's the last of the reasons I keep going home.
When I die toss my ashes on the waters I love,
Where I fished for the silvers and talked to my God;
Let the roar of the big falls speak out in my soul,
She's the last of the reasons I keep going home.
I left home a gypsy and I seen it all,
The good and the bad, the short and the tall;
Money can't buy me, but the big falls I know,
Is the last of the reasons I keep going home.
