The River

There's a hill behind the river where we once use to go,
Long since, when we were kids, her and I,
We would frolic among the leaves and dance in the ravines,
That was, before her heart broke

And when it did so, it flooded the gorge,
The water grew cold, and the sun tried to heat it,
The beat of the water to rocks played it's tune
At least to my untrained youthful ear

And some time along I still hear it well,
The chirps of the birds and the musical spell
The air perfumed crispness and hope, all is one
One day I'll make it home, to that hill I will run