by Gary Chapman There is a river running through this town It carries the water There isn't any way to slow it down Or make it stop I was a baby when the big bridge fell So I don't remember But I have listened to the stories well And so I know They were falling To the surface They were calling To their God And their cry was Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying Fishing for luck beneath the bridge that day A man in his eighties He saw it happen and began to pray As he dove in He found a mother and a baby boy They both wouldn't make it The mama handed him her only joy He took the child Then he was swimming Like he was twenty He made shoreline Then he died And his thoughts were Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying He was crying I miss my mother and the brave old man Though I never knew them They are the soul inside the man I am I bear their dreams And I am walking In their footsteps I am talking To their God And my cry is Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying We're all crying There is a river running through this town It carries the water There isn't any way to slow it down Or make it stop
