See the river coursing through the hills
Listen to it, hold your breath, stand still
Rapid, pumping like the blood in your veins
Whispering stories of love, joy, tears, pride and pain

Smoked and burnt out, black rock and white snow
A masterpiece as old as time, and the years certainly do show
Crumbling at the touch, old wrinlked face
Closer to the stars, alluring devine grace

Hand in hand they walk this path, ever since the beginning of time
One always humming, the other silently by his side
Old friend, how long has it been? Yes, so long, too long
So I'll stand firm and listen carefully until you finish yours song.