My rivers have dried up
No more will they flow
Upon the rocks that lie
Dry upon where the river
Once flowed down to met
A lake that will not
Be happy; no river to flow
Into its waiting arms.
My rivers have dried up
No more will they flow
Upon the rocks that lie
Dry upon where the river
Once flowed down to met
A lake that will not
Be happy; no river to flow
Into its waiting arms.
