Riverman

In the land of golden trees, Where the wind sings its melodies. Lives a man, on the shore, With no need for more. And he sleeps on the riverside With his silent mind open wide He hears what they mean The voices of the stream So read my reflections And hear what they're whispering for Oh take me to your river And teach me to worry no more "Not" a story that's not been told The man keeps growing old And he sees it all as one In the water, in the sun In the land of fallen leaves Sits that man underneath the trees And he'll take me when he goes Wherever the water flows Now read my reflection And hear what it's whispering for Take me to your river And teach me to worry no more