The going of the glade boat
Is like water flowing;Like water flowing
Through the green saw gr,
Under the rainbows;Under the rainbows
That are like birds,
Turning, bedizened,While the wind still whistles
As kildeer do,When they rise
At the red turban
Of the boatman.
Is like water flowing;Like water flowing
Through the green saw gr,
Under the rainbows;Under the rainbows
That are like birds,
Turning, bedizened,While the wind still whistles
As kildeer do,When they rise
At the red turban
Of the boatman.
