I felt the cold of the ice and water   Come flowing through as it pulled me under   I saw my hand reaching out in the ether   And touched the branches in my cold white fever      Flow, white water, flow    Down to me      I heard you calling in the city canyons   I should have waited by the window lantern   But I went running through the moonlit forest   Alone and searching for the cold white current      Flow, white water, flow    Down to me   Flow, white water, flow    Me out to sea      And coming through the mist   Into the calm and clear   In the emerald gleam   I can feel you near   The dogwoods on the banks   Glowing in the gloom   On every naked branch   A beautiful white bloom      I see you running in the tall wild grasses   Young and free along the river rapids   Your body floating in the foreign air   Your lovely hands reaching down from there      Flow, white water, flow    Clean on through   Flow, white water, flow    Me o'er to you       And coming through the mist   Into the calm and clear   In the emerald gleam   I can see you near   Standing on the shore   Glowing in the gloom   And from you parted lips,   A beautiful white bloom