Water trickles down
Far beyond time's reach
In my lovely cove
Oh, my lovely cove
Oh, great stream mine own
I am your precious child
I am your water sprite

My form, of mountain's tears
Dammed from days forgotten
My robe, of emerald green
Lightly strewn with lilies
My locks, forged of starlight
From stars that are no more

But, Oh my dearest falls
I bask in thy music
I dream in thy sweetness
I drink in thy wisdom

Whatever could there be
In yonder outside world
That could lure me from thee?
Oh, life and joy and peace
Outside they know you not

My little dearest stream
My dearest heart and soul
You dimple as I touch you
And whisper to my musings

Your laughter I do love
Your raiment I adore
Of finest lace and pearl
Of lilies and great vines

But of course it must be so
For am I not thine child?
And from whence else came mine shrouds?
From none else than my Father
Mine own river Father
Who clothed me at my birth.

And I shall never leave here
But grow for all eternity
In my lovely cove
In my Father's place