Meet me where the river flows deep and wide
Run while the august fire is burning
In the waning light of the setting sun
Run down to the river
We'll go sailing home
Underneath a crimson red harvest moon
Run with the amber light unfurling
While the sleeping lilies still perfumed
Chaperon our path
Which goes sailing home
We'll underneath a star clad blanket fly
Out through the veil of night
Where the willows blow
In the waking light of the morning sun
There'll be no more need
To go sailing home
In the waking light of the morning sun
We'll bow to the river
And be back home