| The Sound of the River |
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| A northbound path |
| Alone I walk this land |
| These lordless fields |
| Untouched by man |
| Through the narrow woods |
| Trees shield the wind |
| Just a whistling sound |
| Desolation becomes me |
| The sound of the river |
| The source to my life |
| I walk along her |
| Adoring her pristine sight |
| I am of the earth |
| The past is my blood |
| Ancestors rebirth |
| My seed grows |
| Under this majestic mountain |
| There is a prosperous field |
| This will be my homeland |
| Where my river streams |
| Stone build on stone |
| Walls become to keep |
| The outside at a distance |
| My blood within reach |
| A body well worn |
| Scars of life |
| Here I live |
| Here I die |
| The sound of the river |
| The source to my life |
| I walk along her |
| Adoring her pristine sight |
