Chapman While walking on the bank of the wild wild river, just losing the day An old man appeared, I was a feared and started moving away He said : 'I mean you no harm' - and his voice it was calming to my troubled mind He went on and said : 'Son, boy don't you runaway blind'. From the very first cry, very first cry From the very first cry, it comes. So I stopped and I turned, he looked at me eyes holding gentle concern 'Take the heat off your brow, please, suffer an old man's tongue' 'Cause if you worry your life then like the wild wild river, it'll never stay long Unlike winters go round and summers go south and it's gone .. From the very first cry, very first cry From the very first cry, it comes The long goodbye, yeah. Well, I lost myself down by the wild wild river and pondered upon What was meant by who was sent but now was gone On reflection it seems, simple naive in the face of despair But if I'm losing my way, it helps me to climb that stair. From the very first cry, very first cry From the very first cry, it comes The long goodbye. Ah, here it comes ..., mmm Here it comes (the long goodbye, the long goodbye) The long goodbye (the long goodbye, the long goodbye) Here it comes, the long goodbye ... (the long goodbye) ...