Output (kjøring 1):
sing it slowly with the seasons, the minutes
pull the heartstrings as the hours are rushing past
no colour, no feeling
the air holding the land still
flowing round the rest of the world
no clarity no sorrow of spirit
just we’re moving forward by letting
and then she turned back, and went to dry
down and change
one way, and another
at times feeling so strong
the greatest danger was that she might plunge
a raft full of myself into the flow
just holding on and fighting the force
the joy of course, above all else
land rushes past in a flicker,
it flits and moves along the verge
a trick of distance the wean fly wheel?
another hand will just be there
draw in another spinner beside the
Output (kjøring 2):
never to be seen or imagined
my joy no longer youthful
River filled with dreams…
Swept along by its current
Carrying the dreams of all
glowing and alive…
This is my river…
Jack stayed close to the shore of the river.
“I am in awe of this river and the way it flows,” he said.
“I would like to ask you about one of the verses that is later on.
‘How it rounds the sharpest rock, by a gentle touch, and brings life in this withered land.’ Where does this part of the song come from?”
“That is interesting.
I didn’t think