The river flows like molten glass
Down to the endless seas
It irrigates the busy town
And waters many trees
But in it's heart is longing deep
As any winters day,
And as it runs, the river works
To slice the banks away.
The waves crash blindly to the beach
Upon them children ride
And seagulls ride the updraughts
At the pleasant water side.
But as they break, the maddened waves,
Disturb the quiet sand,
For they remember eons
When there wasn't any land.
Beneath the seas the coral grows
And dolphins dive and fly
The seaweed grows in meadows
Where the long dead mountains lie.
The waters of this ancient land
Are also for our fears:
There is no blood in Neptune's veins
He's salt to spare for tears.