I walked with the river in kind of a dream Hand in hand, the all knowing river and me To the clamor of rushes and deeply barren trees A drunk making blossom
I walked with the river in kind of a dream Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me To the clammer of rushes and deeply barren trees A drunk making
: I walked with the river in kind of a dream Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me To the clammer of rushes and deeply barren trees A drunk making