Fall, before the land
We'll make a stand
We'll make a stand.
And home, is growing cold
You filled my heart
And left me bones.
The river song
It fills our lungs
The river song
We sing it loud, as one.
When hope, is all worn down
We'll hold ourselves
We'll hold ourselves.
And time, is dragging on
I lose my place
In the bluest sage.
And light, is shining on
The only place
The bluest sage.
The river song
It fills our lungs
The river song
We sing it loud, as one.