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A reservoir (etymology: from French réservoir a "storehouse" ), artificial lake or impoundment from a dam is used to store water. Reservoirs may be created in river valleys by the construction of a dam or may be built by excavation in the ground or by conventional construction techniques such as brickwork or cast concrete.
The term reservoir may also be used to describe naturally-occurring underground reservoirs such as those beneath an oil or water well.
A dam constructed in a valley relies on the natural topography to provide most of the basin of the reservoir. Dams are typically located at a narrow part of a valley downstream of a natural basin. The valley sides act as natural walls with the dam located at the narrowest practical point to provide strength and the lowest practical cost of construction. In many reservoir construction projects people have to be moved and re-housed, historical artifacts moved or rare environments relocated. Examples include the temples of Abu Simbel ( which were moved before the construction of the Aswan Dam to create Lake Nasser from the Nile in Egypt ) and the re-location of the village of Capel Celyn during the construction of Llyn Celyn.
My father told me, he told me, "Son,
There was one year in my life, I felt so close to God."
He said, "I lost my way on and off again
Since that time oh but you can be sure.
When my well runs dry I return
To the reservoir."
This life is a river, cruel and then kind
Yes it can cradle or kill you, protect you or leave you to die
I said, the river runs cold and merciless
Headlong past every shore
But in the end it returns by and by to the reservoir
Oh my body's battered
Oh my soul is anything but pure
So I go drawing from the reservoir
Heaven is a perfect blue reflection of the reservoir
It's a perfect blue reflection
More perfect than perfection
We're born into this life our bodies glistening from the reservoir
Our bodies shiny with the water
Each of us heaven's sons and daughters
I said:
Between that moment and the journey's end
We lose the knowledge that we had back then
Innocence like sunlight
Sunlight falling on the field in which we gather
The field that gathers up our hearts
And leads them homeward past the stories of the sycamores
Sense of wonder, over yonder lies the reservoir
My father told me, he told me "Son,
There was one year in my life
I felt so close to God."
He said he felt so close to God
Now he's returning to the reservoir
He's always returning to the reservoir