Find me, mid afternoon,

Hidden away, where the songbirds croon,

Drifting on their whistled wishes,

Running my hand through the bullrushes,

Knowing, not where I'm going,

And caring less than I'm knowing,

Bye bye, to all the noise that I dread,

I'm going down, to the river's edge,

And I say, all the rains, will bring us riches,

Jewels of sky to wash out the ditches,

Let them fall wherever their will allows,

At the river's edge is where I'll stay for now.

All of those precious gems from sky,

Dance there together in front of my eyes,

Cutting the earth with their tarantella,

This flowing sonorous storyteller,

Weaves me a tale of how we forgot,

What was important and what was not.