Letra de River

Touching the last of what is past Moving silent water fell 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. Sining in the summer rain Rain that's caught in its 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.