Picking up the whispers from the seagulls    Watching people creeping home    River old and beautiful you listen    Do you know where they come from    Your currents flowing through their minds    But no-one sees the centuries it takes    To build the memories behind       Sliding through the cities, early morning    As the sun begins to wake    And time has stopped to watch you gliding past    To waken your youthful body naked    You’ve watched the walls and concrete grow from bushes    In the twinkling of an eye    And in another twinkle you will watch them    You will watch them as they die.       Reflecting summer skies and hazy sunshine    Playing music through the reeds    A light orchestral silence greets your presence    While your happiness is freed    And your beauty spreads over about you    through the countryside    And softly greets the trees    And everywhere the morning sings a chorus    That is echoed by the breeze       Alone and yet majestically you travel    Painting pictures of the sky    And catching old reflections from around you    In the mirrors of your eye    River in the morning snatching sunlight    Weaving patterns in the day    You’ve lived a thousand centuries and still    Your beauty grows, it never fades