Down the River

Meet him down the river

Sailing in a boat

Sitting under the tree

Under the tree that grows

Nearby the temple where now

Thousands of souls seeking

For a refuge singing their songs

I can't deny there's always

Something behind

Which tries to confuse and

Merely squeeze out your mind

But you have to perceive it

As a part of you

No one can tell what is

Not or what is true

Meet him down the river

Turning precious wheel

Preaching to the deer

Revealing unseen

Nearby the temple where now

Thousands of souls seeking

For a refuge singing their songs