Um-hm-hm, if you listen you can hear it call “wail-a-ree” There is a river, called the river of no return Sometimes it"s peaceful and sometimes wild and free Love is a traveller on the river of no return, Swept on forever to be lost on the stormy sea. Wail-a-ree! I can hear the river call. (no return, no return) (Where the roaring waters fall.) Wail-a-ree, Wail-a-ree, I ca..