River Song
Run, long river
Run under the soft lit sun
Into the watered beyond
Between the green arms of land
And the quiet sky.
“Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice” Ps.65:8
Run, long river
Run under the soft lit sun
Into the watered beyond
Between the green arms of land
And the quiet sky.
“Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice” Ps.65:8