Giles of the River
Donald Fagen / Walter Becker / Words
I spent my life twenty years in the basin
My only friend was a man of much more
He lied with power in his weary eyes 'till day came
And all at once I knew his name
Giles of the river…comin' in to make my precious day
Giles of the river…comin' in to tell one tale and take
My breath away…and he's on his way
He took me down through good times late departed
And through the world as it was and will be
By bad self I watched you as you hung your head out my door
But you won't grieve me no more