The Ghost of the River

Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear
 Sing clearly, the path of the arrow is near
 The river will dry up every year
 The sun should drink every last tear
 It flows above the casket's lear
 So lay down, next to your brother
 And go blind
 Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear
 How lovely, the ghost of the river draws near
 Keep moving, let faith pour out in blood from ear to ear
 Burn your money, remember it does you no good 'round here
 The river will dry up every year
 The sun should drink every last tear
 It flows above the casket's lear
 So lay down, next to your brother
 And go blind
 Who stole my soul, I may never know
 Who stole my soul, I may never know
 Oh, Who stole my soul?
 Who stole my soul, I may never know
 Who stole my soul, I may never know
 Oh, I may never know