Start again, a reverend
she will flow,
if at hand little wave or lofty wave
we can sleep on night,
she be awaken on entire,
her lips is asking for something;
the ever ending tale of her
flows through the shady woods

If the sun comes up or goes down
she will flow, on the
way through desert.

If you smile or weep
she will surge,
all the way through your heart,
wherever none can be!