The branches do sway to so silent a tune

Their leaves do wither through so much a gloom

Yet not to the wind, but to the deep they dance

A river of life, ‘Twas a bringer of death

 

 

The trees all cower where afore they graced

And nests yet hang like pitchers on high

All sit still in darkness, dead jungle beneath

A river of life, ‘Twas raging fury outpoured

 

 

In the float we lay, with the gale we sway

O return from fury, thy vexation to bury

Unlock the cellar, let the torrents a scarper

Unchain the flyers, let the watchers rise higher

O river of life, deal us death no more