One sunny afternoon, Allison Sat on her back porch rocking chair Sipping the lemonade she’d made the day before Gazing at the breeze in the willow trees, she said My life's like this hanging backyard swing Just waiting around for someone’s hand to fling me round And back and forth it’s all the same when they come and gone I’m still alone Rising from her chair, she added sugar cubes and laughed It must be the family recipe Rich and beautiful but never nearly sweet enough Finishing her glass with grace she slipped on down the back stairs She followed the old trail through the space between the trees Until the stream where she removed her summer dress And folding it up she said All I want is that the rain pours down and it sweeps me away How I’d love to see that the river runs right through me Feel the steady stream as it pushes me to sea I have been thinking my life out It keeps on running me down Arriving at half past four in came Norm Scholar and live-in family friend A kind of gentlemen caller with his eye on Allison He knew there was trouble while walking up the driveway He ran with a trail of papers flying everywhere Knowing that seconds could determine everything And as he drew near he saw what Allison had done What she’d done He knew just what to do and into the water he flew It turned out easy to do No more thinking it through Wake up Ally it’s you it’s you Oh, hon, how I’d love to see that the river runs right through me Feel the steady stream as it pushes me to see I have been thinking my life out It keeps on running me down Oh, hon, how I’d love to see that the river runs right through me Feel the steady stream as it pushes me to sea I have been thinking my life out I think that I’m gonna let it run out