The River Song

Grey water


Waist deep


Where the mangroves stop to stare at their own reflections
Cloth clings to wisp of a frame


And the wind it whispers


It whispers my name

Flood water’s rising
Flood water’s rising
Flood water’s rising
And the wind it whispers my name

Water bird fly to higher ground


And dry your wings to the sound on the whispering breeze
And as my sin is washed away


I will float


Yes, I’ll float on down to the sea

Flood water’s rising
Flood water’s rising
Flood water’s rising
Yes, I’ll float on down to the sea