There’s a lady on the rise, 

And she holds her hand up to the sky, 

They say every thousand years, 

Someone comes to hold onto you, help you drop away your fears, 

As they fall like tears to earth, 

The dervishes begin to turn, 

As they fall like rusted leaves, 

Flowers do grow hope in the grey, 

It will finally come the wars will all melt away 

It will finally come the wars will all melt away 

Way down by the river, 

The pebbles sift to the smoothest of sand, 

Way down by the water, 

The stars on the ripple hold onto your hand, 

As you cross in the night, and a new day is born, 

Whoooh… 

Way down by the river, 

Boulders sift to the smoothest of dust, 

Way down by the water, 

The stars on the ripple hold onto the rust, 

As you cross in the night, and a new day is born