Muhheakunnuk

Muhheakunnuk
by John Forster & Tom Chapin
© 2003 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

It flows from high Lake Tear In The Clouds
Down to the salty sea.
The tide then turns and back it flows
Straight up to Albany.
Fresh to salt, salt to fresh.
Back and forth it plays.
Muhheakunnuk, Muhheakunnuk,
The water that flows both ways.

The Tappan Indian peopled its shores,
Farmed in its forest green
’Til Henry Hudson came and told
The world what he had seen.
Came the Dutch, Brits and such.
Mad colonial days.
Muhheakunnuk, Muhheakunnuk,
The water that flows both ways.

The forest fell, great cities arose,
From every land we came.
We rushed to build our factories,
Forgot the river’s name.
Good to bad, bad to worse.
Blues to browns to grays.
Muhheakunnuk, Muhheakunnuk,
The water that flows both ways.

My child and I walk back from the shore.
We speak of the things we’ve seen,
Of how you work to turn a tide
And keep a river clean.
Foul to fresh, fish and fowl
Flocking back these days
Muhheakunnuk, Muhheakunnuk,
The water that flows both ways.
The water that flows both ways.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's In My Hometown CD.

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