He was not born a wanderer
The world has made him one
And in her turning turned her back
On her only son

Peace like a river
Descending like a dove
Oh, what more can he give her
When all he is love

Oh, can't they see he's not to blame
The blame I feel is mine
What can I do to help him through
I pray he'll find

Peace like a river
Descending like a dove
Oh, what more can he give her
When all he is love

Oh, mother, dear father
Look what my brother has done
And all for me
It brooke the heart
Of your only son

Peace like a river
Descending like a dove
Oh, what more can he give her
When all he is love