Kitchissippi

I go down to the river
When the night is young
And stay there until she grows old
Well I tell her my stories my sorrows my worries
I give her my secrets to hold

Both feet in the water
I sing to the moon
Knowing he won't understand
Cause I'm singing in whispers
In pretty tongue twisters
I don't try to make sense for the man

(oooh)
What would I do
If the river ran dry
(oooh)
What would I do
If the sun stained the sky

The dragonflies dance
On my tattles and tales
Pulling the truth from my mouth
I sit at confession, my riverbed sessions
The night as my priestess, devout

Trading my thoughts with the moon and the river
Pay me in coins of relief
While they cradle my vices, I sing for low prices
Dredge me out of the deep

Ooo
What would I do
If the river ran dry
Ooo
What would I do
If the sun stained the sky

Ahhh

Ooo
What would I do
Ooo
What would I do?



Credits
Writer(s): Mia Kelly
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