On the bank of the river

On the bank of the river, I’ll wait for thee

I’ll wait right here under the white birch tree

I have no idea when you might arrive

Nor do I know if you are even alive

I know neither your name nor your heart’s desire

You are, though, what my heart doth require

I can feel it now, the feeling of your hand

As we walk together exploring this great land

I know not from where you will be coming

But I await the sound of your footsteps drumming

Setting the rhythm for the start of our lives

The rhythm of a symphony that no one survives

For now I have the river to stay here with me

But I will be here waiting, right under this tree