Ain’t no miracle bein’ born, people doin’ it ev’ry day.
Ain’t no miracle growin’ up, people just grow that way.
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows and time, it rolls right on.
And maybe what’s good gets a little bit better, and maybe what’s bad gets gone.

Bless the child of a workin’ man, she knows too soon who she is.
Bless the hands of a workin’ man, he knows his soul is his.
So it goes like it goes, like the river flows and time keeps rollin’ on.
And maybe what’s good gets a little bit better, and maybe what’s bad gets gone.