| River’s on the rise, crows are in the skies |
| Look at that big yellow cornbread moon. |
| Now that you’re lookin' |
| Do you feel something cookin'? |
| Look at that cornbread moon. |
| Well, I wouldn’t be surprised |
| If I didn’t see your eyes shine soon. |
| Sometimes I feel like maybe I will |
| I’ll jump through the keyhole in your door |
| Ooo, ooo honey, |
| I ain’t being funny, |
| Through your hardwood door |
| And the sometimes I feel like |
| Yes I will for sure. |
| Walkin' by that river |
| Did I feel you start to shiver |
| Leaves on the tress turn red and gold |
| Here and there there baby, |
| Everywhere maybe, |
| All Shades of red and gold |
| Now all you need is someone to hold. |
| River’s on the rise, crows are in the skies |
| Look at that big yellow cornbread moon. |
| Now that you’re lookin' |
| Do you feel something cookin'? |
| Look at that cornbread moon. |
| Well, I wouldn’t be surprised |
| If I didn’t see your eyes shine soon. |