There Is A River In The Valley Made Of Melting Snow

There Is River In The Valley Made Of Melting Snow.

Mystery and wonder
Did light up the valley
To be beat back by dark clouds
And a harsh reeking wind

And that battle staggered
Through 3 awful months there
To stop for a minute
Just to start up again...

Your hands like birds in the trees
If the trees themselves were all on fire
Your lips on mine make a choir
Singing "Baruch atta Adonai" *

And the river never made it to the lake
So the lake surrendered to the mountain
And the mountain's heart did [bad word] break
At the sight of your nervous hands...

And oh my Love
So gently breathing
So my heart
Does softly swell
So her & me
Did greet the evening
With much red wine
And giddy yells

In these times
Of wandering soldiers
Building towers
On ruined land
I hold my Love
To my belly
And feel her breath
Fall across my hands...

I have grown tired
Of the struggle
And I've grown tired
Of making plans
It think I'll quit
To the valley
Regain my strength
And start again

Where once we were
Some clumsy army
Now we are just lazy hens
I think I'll quit
To the valley
Until the light
Moves me again...

So, let's link arms
Sisters and brothers
And let's promise
Not to retreat
There is glory
In our failure
So let's march
To the rhythm of fatigue

To live our lives
Without leaders
To live in joy
Without fear
Let's walk together
To the valley
And let the light
Redeem our tears...

* "Baruch atta Adonai" is Hebrew and means: "blessed are you Lord"