(This one's for Gene.)

Wounded and aching, he fell across the great divide,
As our hearts were breaking, they found him on the other side.

Roll, river, (rolling on)
Roll, river, (take us home)
Home to Jesus, where we belong,
We're wounded and aching, take us 'cross the great divide.

Roll, river, (rolling on)
Roll, river, (take us home)
Home to Jesus, where we belong,
We're wounded and aching, take us 'cross the great divide.