Free Runs the River


A vastness green of marshland, hot springs and blackened stones
Shone by a golden midnight sun
Where free runs the river, slow roams a moose
Through a land where time has just begun
Through a land where time has just begun.

From high and icy mountains rush white waters down
And fall in cascades to the sea
Free runs the river, slow roams a moose
Through woodlands dark and meadows green
Through woodlands dark and meadows green.

Oh secret garden. Hyperborea was your name.
Oh secret garden. Hyperborea was your name.
Oh secret garden. Hyperborea was your name.
Oh secret garden. Hyperborea was your name.

I had a dream. My shape was hardly human.
Hair on my body dense and long.
My arms were so much longer. My hinds were so much stronger.
High on a tree I hummed old songs.
I ate strange fruits and insects. I slept in small stone caves.
I feared the night, by storm I ran.
Free runs the river, slow roams a moose
Through a land never touched by men,
Through a land never touched by men.

 

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