Flow

All the young ladies, we bound to the stream, for the deep wells at home have gone dry

And all the old women sit still with their dreams, keeping watch on the babes as they cry

For the rivers have taken the fathers and sons, brothers have poisoned of men

To the seas where the bellowing sound of the guns tell of battles that just never end

Flow, flow, it always returns to the flow

Flow, flow, it always returns to the flow

But the flow of the rivers and rush of the tides come home with no reasons to tell

And tears, as the fall, the reflections, they hide, splashing waters return to the well

Flow, flow, it always returns to the flow

Flow, flow, it always returns to the flow