04/15/22 Here's a song from the viewpoint of a guy who has been sent up the river. All he asks is that it carry a message of the one he loves. When I wrote this I was thinking of the Susquehanna- the river I grew up with, the one with a lot of old legends and lore attached to it. I imagine this story playing out sometime in the distant past, before it had been somewhat tamed. Susquehanna 2022 Victoria Mowrer The Term.mp3 The Term Roll away, Susquehanna On your way down to the sea If you see my love on your travels Won't you send a word to me? I may not see my true love's face There is a sentance over me And I will serve my term in place So won't you send a word to me? Send it by the wings of sparrows Send it by a blossoming tree If you see my love on your travels Won't you send a word to me? Though there may be 500 miles Between my love and me They would be less than fleeting shadows If you send word to me Send a sign if you should pass her Send a dream that I were free Don't let the wind be your only answer Won't you send word to me? Roll away, Susquehanna On your way down to the sea If you see my love on your travels Won't you send a word to me?