Testo River

Touch the last of what is past
Moving silent water feel the first that comes

Slow and winding, flowing free
Peaceful music in its sound of distant drums

Trust the shallow virgin stream
Danger wild, beware the deeper it becomes
Moving highway, twisting byway
Can't turn back
Singing in the summer rain
Rain that's caught in it's flow

Spreading, shining, silver lining
Gold on black
Echoes moods of the moon and sun
Sun that shines from below

Makes a soft and easy way
Left to choose its path will always be a friend
Touch the last of what has past
Never idle river drifting to the end