Walden

the life in us is like water in a river
may rise this year, may rise higher than man has ever known
may come to pass that immortal flowing river
will rise so high, flood the mountain side to the valleys down below

the sun up above shines it’s fury on the prairie
you can hide from it, you can try it but you’ll never get away
they sow the fields but the clouds have all forsaken
they’ve taken all, no more water falls ‘til the earth has turned to clay

the land where we dwell will not always be dry i see
far inland banks that were washed by the ancient stream

i see it all from where i’m standing on the mountain
hear the valleys cry, still some question why and they cannot see the way
they’re digging graves, every day they’re getting deeper
for the birds that fly through the darkened sky, will there be another day?

long after we’re gone still the earth will turn round and round
and all we’ve created will crumble into the ground

the life in us is like water in a river
may rise this year, may rise higher than man has ever known