Meet me where the river flows deep and wide Run while the august fire is burning In the waning light of the setting sun Run down to the river We’ll go sailing home
Underneath a crimson red harvest moon Run with the amber light unfurling While the sleeping lilies still perfumed Chaperon our path Which goes sailing home
We’ll underneath a star clad blanket fly Out through the veil of night Where the willows blow In the waking light of the morning sun There’ll be no more need To go sailing home
In the waking light of the morning sun We’ll bow to the river And be back home