The river is ever flowing,
onward to the sea.
Why should I care about the river?
It cares not to notice me.

I am just a humble stone,
caught up in wayward currents.

The sun is ever shining,
it fills the eastern sky.
I glimpse in now and then
as the river floats me by.

I am just a humble stone,
caught up in wayward currents.

Someday I’ll find a river bank,
I can call my very own.
But until that day comes,
I am just a humble stone.