This song celebrates my favoite river in the northern Indiana, southern Michigan area.  The Fawn is a small, delightful river and the song describes what I so love about it.  What the song does not mention is that the river has had a good population of otter for many years.  On my first canoe trip on the Fawn, over twenty years ago, My Chilean friend Raffa and I saw about a dozen Otter in four days on the river during October.

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Down by the river in the early morning, the wind blows through me as I put my boat in the water
and the current swiftly carries me away and I'm leaving all my troubles behind me

It's a little bitty stream when you see it from the road and I've crossed it oh a hundred times and always wondered
where it's been and where it's going and how the water just keeps on flowing

Out on the river where the water widens the geese call loudly over the marshes
and the cool clear water winds on it's way through the tall bending grasses

Where the banks are steep the water runs deep and the river winds through young oak forests
here and there fallen trees lay blocking the stream, waiting for the spring's high water

Someday I will travel to the river's end where the waters all come together
where this little bitty stream flows out of my dreams, on the coast of forever

Down by the river in the early morning, the wind blows through me as I put my boat in the water
and the current swiftly carries me away and I'm leaving all my troubles behind me.