Lily

The river, the river lines, found in times

Soon you left in mind. Oh the calling stones, with the tids

Oh lily, oh lily, winds are close, and they are getting cold

Oh the silence fads with the tids.

I might never know

All the bravers roads try to show me then

The wast and fleing hope

I will chase the setting sun for you to hold

And your heart I keep on the run, to keep you warm.