Here the river writes its music

Skims along a silent flow

On a wide, unbroken mirror

Sky above and sky below

Willow trees bow down in homage

The processing suzerain

With a court of vessels in her

Train

River strike the softest chord

And mourn for your love

Weeping waves lapping the shore

Are torn from your love

Here the air is shimmering silver

Casting droplets on the leaves

Peering through a passing spirit

Asking why the lady grieves

River lady, floating gently

Trail your fingers ‘cross the miles

Once your laughter made these waters

Smile

River strike the softest chord

The strings of your lyre

Are the rushes ‘round the shore

The boat is a pyre

Yield the mirror to the prow

And carry her down

Swirling eddies in her wake

The skirt of her gown

Rivers flow but one direction

Tide may turn, but never time

Now the banks but breathe an echo

Of the river in her prime

What is lost must live in shadows

Slowly sink beside the quay

Glancing back, the future slips

Away

River strike the softest chord

The song of a soul

Run the ever-turning world

Aground on your shoal

But the music in reply

Fades into the trees

And the river lady sighs

And melts in the sea