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
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