The River Song

Come, O blushing bride, to the river.
Come, o seeking hands, to find her there.

Come all who hear me calling,
Past the trees and through the glade,
To the water that is falling,
Near the ivy where you played.

Come and dance upon the current,
Blush your fingers in the stream,
Here the birds are singing fluint,
The language of the dream.

When you were young you danced with me,
you sang the songs i sung,
But now you've grown away from me,
You can not here my tongue.

Now you've grown away from me,
But i shall win you back,
Before the day you die, you'll see,
I shall win you back.

Come O blushing bride to the river,
Come hand in hand to find her there.