bobby

When the river is dry 

and your halo is torn

Dont just cut of your heart

keep it open and shure

Keep it free from hurt

Keep an open door

Sail away while you can

and before very long

the coming tide

brings the chosen one

when there is a hope

there is a piece 

of that ancient land

where my angel sleeps

May the spirit of love

that united our souls

be a gentle dove

and guide you to your goal

when your river runs high

let it flow let it flow

it´s your time with life

to let your garden grow