Listen To The River

When the cities turn to deserts And we carry our weightless bones Our bodies will need no marker And our ashes will need no urns Hear The Landscape Listen To The River The Ancient Language Written In Waters There's a whisper in the ether Rising and falling in flow If you only stop to consider What it means to know and to be known Hear the landscape Listen to the river The ancient language Written in water In the primitive museum The gods will start to dance The totems come to life The totems come to life