Tisza's Child    Daughters, sons, river deaths:  faces pale like moons;  and hands, bright stars.  Fair children cradle water graves.  Vast river, spirits, can you hear us pray?    Arise, hear my lullaby,  how I wreck my broken love  upon unlived lives.  Vast river, dark water,  I drown in lament endlessly.    Spirit guide, river stag arise,  eyes ablaze and hide steaming,  pull treasures from turbid water.    Tisza's child clothed in liquid light arise, awake, mystify.  How I drowning bathe in rivers  that flood all hope in water,  final lord, and I will fly to thee.    these lyrics are submitted by botas