Blues. Keep Connection with the Blues

I was standing near the river, deep and blue.
I was standing near the river, by name old, kind blues.
I told: - Blues, give me your water so clear and long as you,
'Cause I wanna get connection, get connection with the Blues.

The mild western wind brought sounds in my mind.
Well, And your water (I felt) became my blood,
I've touched my guitar and I've been amused,
'Cause I keep connection, keep connection with the Blues.