Saline Grace The River Song
The Eastern sky and its crescent moon
Illuminated the river and its spring the pure
My forsaken raft, just a distant shade
While the day was crawling into its grave
Down at a dry branch a girl named Mary
Stumbled over a dead oak tree trunk full of water
She led me down to this old stump to see
That the river did wear our countenance
I felt warm honey lips and angel hair
Her gifted hands did find that wound
An obscure hole underneath my breast of pain
Where she warmed my heart and gave me peace
A new raft was built, yes, it took us forth
Downriver we reached the bank of Bordertown
September, an ancient house, I married my girl
Then we kissed in that sunny courtyard garden
And that rising stream teared us away
The years went by, truly nothing of note
Summer was gone and our fall came soon
We held hands and feared the river's final bed
Indeed, the river mouth we reached someday
It was our port, the beauty of a quiet ocean
Where the river's singing filled our hearts
A bolted door did open those glowing paths
