I've loved this since I first heard it back in the day. This song manages to create a mood and tell a story with only 8 distinct lines. But the minimal lyrics also leave plenty of room for interpretation. Given the ominous musical arrangement, one could take it to be foreshadowing disaster, but I think it's about the anxiety that comes from hoping for happiness in a harsh world. Forgive me for reducing the beautiful poetry to clumsy prose.
Down on the riverbed
I asked my lover for her hand
the singer proposes to his girlfriend, in perhaps the only place they can be alone: down on the riverbed. I picture it as an arroyo in the dry the season.
A red tailed hawk circled overhead
The church on the hill, was what she said
He looks up to see a raptor circling - could be a sign of something, or just a reminder of merciless nature. She accepts his proposal by telling him where she wants the ceremony to be.
A monster cloud like a big black hand ("hand", not "hen")
As she drew houses in the sand
While his lover (now fiancee) imagines the house they will live in, he sees a huge black cloud suddenly overhead. To me, this represents his anxiety at letting himself hope for a happy life with her, while knowing that bad things can always happen. (Also literally a sudden storm can cause a flash flood "down on the riverbed".)
Then I heard a train whistle blow
And I knew it was time to go
The train whistle snaps him out of it and he knows it's time to face the future, whatever it may hold, together.
ETA: a train, of course, represents movement, perhaps moving forward into the future.
I've loved this since I first heard it back in the day. This song manages to create a mood and tell a story with only 8 distinct lines. But the minimal lyrics also leave plenty of room for interpretation. Given the ominous musical arrangement, one could take it to be foreshadowing disaster, but I think it's about the anxiety that comes from hoping for happiness in a harsh world. Forgive me for reducing the beautiful poetry to clumsy prose.
Down on the riverbed I asked my lover for her hand
A red tailed hawk circled overhead The church on the hill, was what she said
A monster cloud like a big black hand ("hand", not "hen") As she drew houses in the sand
Then I heard a train whistle blow And I knew it was time to go
[Edit: Additional thoughts]