A vast river flows
It is peaceful and calm
A small oak boat floats
In rays of setting sun
A fisherman Earl
Sails on old wooden boat
He was lucky enough
He had found much gold
His eyes blaze with greed
He wants more and more
Heavy gold sank the boat
Earl couldn’t swim to the shore…
Chorus
So, it’s a simple story
Which won’t happen to us
So it’s a true story
Which will never happen to us
Verse
On a farm with corn fields
Which reach out the sky
In a shabby old hut
Lives a very strange guy
Hope smiles every day
Even when it is rain
He smiles to the stranger
Who’s been lost on the way
Simple things are enough
To know the meaning of life
Happy Hope had grasped this
When he died at ninety five
Chorus
So, it’s a simple story
Which won’t happen to us
So it’s a true story
Which will never happen to us
