Long, wide and winding, so flows the river,
Never ending and ever lasting.
Twisting and churning, it throws you up,
and leaves you blind like a moonless night.
Sometimes blue, at times black,
sometimes white as the Angel’s Wings
Calm as a baby at sleep,
Men were fooled by her sagely flow,
For she holds many a whirlpools beneath.
Tiring for sure and hopeless it may seem,
You pray for the end and a glimpse of land;
It gifts you such moments that you only dreamt;
it hides such beauty for those who search.
So thrilling the river of life;
Never stop the rowing.
Row, Row and Row the canoe of hope
Row, Row and Row
