The water runs only on toward the sea as it winds down the valley and slows by the trees.
And it courses through canyons displacing the stone.
And moving on; it’s continually drawn.  It forever will go like my heart will flow into yours.          
The flow of the river waters the land and it never stops running even blocked by the dam.
And it carries whatever it wants down the stream.   
And moving on; it’s continually drawn.  It forever will go like my heart will flow into yours.           
Part of the water ends up in her cup and part boils in kettles on a thousand cook tops.
But the rest just keeps flowing on toward the sea. 
And moving on; it’s continually drawn.  It forever will go like my heart will flow into yours.