Back, back to the river. Back, back to the lake.
There she must be waiting, facing her grave.
Back, back to the river. Stare, become aware.
See, weather has changed, softening the air...
Back to the river, by cracking the limbs.
Exploring the secrets, facing fears.
Down to the river, timely sleep.
Washing in silver, sacred des.
There she must be chasing waves.
I've back to the river, I've back to the lake, washing in silver, sacred dew... again
I've been a follower of Jazz/Rock, Fusion or whetever you may like to call it since the earlt 1970's. A lot of modern music of this type lacks the melody that makes this so appealing. meanunclek