jueves, diciembre 23, 2010

The River Wild

The river flows,
To the sea it goes,
It stops for nothing,
Yet it knows everything,
Things that are and were,
It knows before,
The things that will be,

The villagers gathered around,
At the center of the town,
To make their preparations,
When the afternoon died,
They made love in the moonlight,
Yeah, they made love in the night,

Then the drums, they sounded,
They rang in their heads,
To choose the one to be sacrificed,

They walked on down,
To the mighty river,
A woman and her child were drowned,

The river shivered,
It accepted their dear pledge,
Then they layed down
Beside the empty shells, at the edge,
At the edge of the river,
Which grew to cover their mouths,
And their noses too,
It casted the ones whose heart was beating back out,

The river flows,
Into the sea it goes,
But it doesn't go alone,
It's got a mother and her child,
To go along for the ride,
The river wild.
Yeah, the river wild,
The river wild,
The river wild,
The river wild.


ARealRock'N'Rolla

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