Uploaded July 2009 | Updated September 2026, 24 minutes ago
Features the song Hymn written by Janis Ian and joined by Phoebe Snow and Odetta in its performance.
Some background information:
Following Phoebe Snow's brief marriage to Phil Kearns, she gave birth to a severely brain-injured daughter, Valerie. Snow resolved not to institutionalize and chose to care for her at home, which she did until March 19, 2007, when she died at the age of 31. Snow's hard work to care for Valerie greatly and negatively affected her professional career, nearly ending it.
Janis Ian Hymn Lyrics:
When we grow old,
And love grows cold,
And time runs down,
Like a river
That calls us home,
The eyes grow dim,
The light grown thin.
And time will
End here forever.
Long time gone.
Then time and the river
Must stop in their tracks,
Or roll on forever,
There's no turning back.
I've waited too long,
To be left here like this.
Long time gone.
Then weep no more.
The heart is pure.
These hands are sure
Like a river
That clings to shore.
The love we learn, The love we burn,
A love that burns,
In the darkness,
Will weep no more.
Dreams die young.
Features the song Hymn written by Janis Ian and joined by Phoebe Snow and Odetta in its performance.
Some background information:
Following Phoebe Snow's brief marriage to Phil Kearns, she gave birth to a severely brain-injured daughter, Valerie. Snow resolved not to institutionalize and chose to care for her at home, which she did until March 19, 2007, when she died at the age of 31. Snow's hard work to care for Valerie greatly and negatively affected her professional career, nearly ending it.
Janis Ian Hymn Lyrics:
When we grow old,
And love grows cold,
And time runs down,
Like a river
That calls us home,
The eyes grow dim,
The light grown thin.
And time will
End here forever.
Long time gone.
Then time and the river
Must stop in their tracks,
Or roll on forever,
There's no turning back.
I've waited too long,
To be left here like this.
Long time gone.
Then weep no more.
The heart is pure.
These hands are sure
Like a river
That clings to shore.
The love we learn, The love we burn,
A love that burns,
In the darkness,
Will weep no more.
Dreams die young.
