We went down to the River

But the River was dry

We went down to the River

But it gave us not Life

Then somehow in the whisper

The whisper of night

When we went down to the River

It sprang forth with Life

The River gives to the Seeker

It gives not to the Blind

How can the River give what he does to the Seeker

The same to the Blind?

The River it springs forth

It springs forth with Life

It speaks not to the untuned ear

It speaks not to the Blind

Cast off your chains

Or in the River you'll die

The River gives freedom to the freed of self

It gives none to the Blind

The Blind who stumble in 

They stumble and fall

And when they stumble in

They shortly there die

We went down to the River

And it gave us pure Life

When we went down to the River

We swam through sweet Life