Featured in the revue “Spades Are Trump”, 1930
Words by R. Stanley Adams
Music by Thomas Waller
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Just like a feather blown by the weather
I never knew my mind
But I’m through with grievin’, cause I am leavin’
All my troubles far behind
I was a rover, while the fever burned
Now it’s time that I returned
Chorus
Rollin’ down the river
May wandering days are through
Rollin’ down the river
Just rollin’ home to you
Morning will deliver, that port of dreams I knew
Rollin’ down the river
Just rollin’ home to you
Lazy stream just keep this boat in motion
Because I’m taking home a cargo of devotion
Lawd, I’m all a quiver
There’s welcome home in view
Rollin’ down the river
Just rollin’ home to you
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: