Daughters, sons, river deaths
faces pale like moons
and hands, bright stars
Fair children cradle water graves
Vast river, spirits, can you hear us pray?
Arise, hear my lullaby
how I wreck my broken love
upon unlived lives
Vast river, dark water
I drown in lament endlessly
Spirit guide, river stag arise
eyes ablaze and hide steaming
pull treasures from turbid wate
Tisza's child clothed in liquid light
arise, awake, mystify
How I drowning bathe in rivers
that flood all hope in water
final lord, and I will fly to thee