The River's Path (SSAA & Piano)

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The River’s Path, for SSAA voices & Piano

Words and Music by Clark William Lawlor

The River’s Path is a metaphor for society, tradition, and change. It represents the tension between following a course set by previous generations and breaking free to forge new and better ways.

We often accept attitudes and practices established long ago without question. And even if we do question them, they can be very difficult to change. Tradition is a deep rut, and though it can be overcome, it is often only through much pain and turmoil. But sometimes change is needed, and once the chaos of change subsides, the world is better for it. As a river nourishes all life that it touches, these new traditions can help us better care for and lift each other as a society.

Price is for digital licenses for 1 choir. If you have a smaller ensemble (<20 singers) and would like to pay a piece rate (approx. $2.50 USD/copy), please reach out via my contact page.

Image credit: Hanna Udod

The River’s Path, for SSAA voices & Piano

Words and Music by Clark William Lawlor

The River’s Path is a metaphor for society, tradition, and change. It represents the tension between following a course set by previous generations and breaking free to forge new and better ways.

We often accept attitudes and practices established long ago without question. And even if we do question them, they can be very difficult to change. Tradition is a deep rut, and though it can be overcome, it is often only through much pain and turmoil. But sometimes change is needed, and once the chaos of change subsides, the world is better for it. As a river nourishes all life that it touches, these new traditions can help us better care for and lift each other as a society.

Price is for digital licenses for 1 choir. If you have a smaller ensemble (<20 singers) and would like to pay a piece rate (approx. $2.50 USD/copy), please reach out via my contact page.

Image credit: Hanna Udod

The river's path,

A ragged gash in the earth,

Scraped out over eons

By her mothers before.

She never asked

How her path came to be,

Why her ancestors chose

Every bend, every fold.

But her mothers never chose,

They just followed the path

That was carved out before them,

And dug deeper, ever deeper.


Then one day her mothers

Gathered high in the air,

They cried upon the mountains

And the river in despair.

The river swelled with rage

And rushed over her banks,

And now the river's path

Has forever changed.

The river's crest, a gentle breast,

Nourishing life as she flows,

From the fish in her depths,

To the wild auburn rose