The river rambles now and then
from the alpine peaks high above the canyon.
The trees are tall from the ground
to the sky that glows around
the ultraviolet green in the high meadow.
I’ve come to see the ancient face I’ve always seen.
Ramblin’ river wash me clean.
The river rambles now and then
where love is left and lost to love again.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN