River Of Tears
Ian Hunter Lyrics


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Waiting on an elevator, in a hotel out in California
Smog clouds up in the windows, but there is a plaque up on the wall
That tells of the Agoras, people who were here long before us
Before the covered wagons, before they lost it all

They were hunters, they were fishermen und they often fought each other
But one small tribe was different, their leader was a peaceful man
They were weavers, they were painters, trading pelts for pretty colours
Protected by the warriors for the beauty in their hands
Roll back the years, roll back the years, to the river of tears

The chief he had a daughter, she was young and she was beautiful
He said, "Go into the forest, get some berries for the dye
But make your way back quickly, for the old bear's getting hungry
I don't want you out there, when the sun falls from the sky"

Her basket filled with berries, she headed back toward the village

When a mighty roar erupted, she ran und hid inside a hollow tree
Shadows were getting longer, the forest was getting colder
And the chief began to panic, where could his daughter be?
Lost in the years, lost in the years, on the river of tears

In the camp the fires were dying when the old chief started crying
Soon all the tribe were crying, the ground grew wet beneath their feet
And the tears they turned to water and the water became a river
And the river flowed like an arrow, to the foot of a hollow tree

And the girl looked out in wonder, as she saw the water falling
She knew it was her father and she swam to his canoe
And all the tribe stopped crying, and the river started subsiding
Into the hill of the Agoras, and so the legend grew
Roll back the years, roll back the years




Roll back the years, to the river of tears
I wish all the world was healing

Overall Meaning

The song "River of Tears" is a poignant tribute to the ancient Agora people who once inhabited California. The song begins with the singer waiting for an elevator in a hotel in California, which is obscured by smog. He notices a plaque on the wall that tells the story of the Agoras, who thrived in California long before the arrival of the covered wagons. The Agora were hunters and fishermen who engaged in frequent battles, but one small tribe was different.


This small tribe was led by a peaceful man, and they were weavers and painters who traded pelts for beautiful colors. The tribe was protected by warriors because of the beauty of their handiwork. The peaceful tribe's leader had a beautiful daughter, who was instructed to go into the forest to gather berries for dye. However, she was warned not to stay out too long, as the old bear was getting hungry.


While she was returning from the forest with berries in her basket, a mighty roar erupted, and she was forced to hide in a hollow tree as shadows grew longer, and the forest grew colder. Her father and the tribe began to panic as they searched for her, and their tears created a river that flowed like an arrow to the foot of the very tree she was hiding in. The girl looked out in wonder as she saw the water falling, realizing that it was her father, and she swam to his canoe. All the while, the tribe members cried until they found the girl, and the river of tears subsided into the hill of the Agoras, leading to the growth of a legend.


Line by Line Meaning

Waiting on an elevator, in a hotel out in California
The singer is in California, waiting for an elevator in a hotel


Smog clouds up in the windows, but there is a plaque up on the wall
Despite the smog, there is a plaque on the wall detailing the Agoras, who inhabited the land before Europeans arrived


That tells of the Agoras, people who were here long before us
The plaque describes the people who lived on the land before settlers arrived


Before the covered wagons, before they lost it all
The Agoras were there before the time of wagons and lost everything


They were hunters, they were fishermen und they often fought each other
The Agoras were composed of people who were hunters and fishermen, who were known to fight each other


But one small tribe was different, their leader was a peaceful man
There was one tribe who was known for their peaceful leadership


They were weavers, they were painters, trading pelts for pretty colours
This tribe was composed of weavers and painters, who traded pelts for coloring materials


Protected by the warriors for the beauty in their hands
The tribe was protected by their warriors due to their artistic talents


Roll back the years, roll back the years, to the river of tears
The artist wants to go back in time to experience the story he's about to tell


The chief he had a daughter, she was young and she was beautiful
The peaceful tribe's chief had a young, beautiful daughter


He said, "Go into the forest, get some berries for the dye
The chief told his daughter to gather berries for dye


But make your way back quickly, for the old bear's getting hungry
The chief warned his daughter to come back quickly since a hungry bear was in the area


Her basket filled with berries, she headed back toward the village
The daughter gathered the berries and started heading back to the village


When a mighty roar erupted, she ran und hid inside a hollow tree
A loud roar scared the daughter, so she hid inside a tree


Shadows were getting longer, the forest was getting colder
The forest grew darker and colder as time went on


And the chief began to panic, where could his daughter be?
The chief started to worry when his daughter didn't come back


Lost in the years, lost in the years, on the river of tears
The artist describes the daughter's situation as being lost in time, on the river of tears


In the camp the fires were dying when the old chief started crying
The fire was dying in the camp and the chief started to cry


Soon all the tribe were crying, the ground grew wet beneath their feet
The rest of the tribe started to cry as well and the ground became wet with tears


And the tears they turned to water and the water became a river
The tribe's tears became so abundant that they formed a river


And the river flowed like an arrow, to the foot of a hollow tree
The river flowed directly to the tree where the daughter was hiding


And the girl looked out in wonder, as she saw the water falling
The daughter was amazed to see the river created by the tribe's tears


She knew it was her father and she swam to his canoe
The daughter recognized that the river was created by her father's tears and swam to his canoe


And all the tribe stopped crying, and the river started subsiding
When the daughter was found, the tribe stopped crying and the river started to recede


Into the hill of the Agoras, and so the legend grew
The river disappeared into the Agoras' land, giving birth to a legend


Roll back the years, roll back the years
The singer repeats his desire to go back in time


I wish all the world was healing
The singer expresses his hope that the world can heal from past traumas




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Written by: IAN HUNTER

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