I felt the cold of the ice and water
Come flowing through as it pulled me under
I saw my hand reaching up in the ether
And touched the branches in my cold white fever
Flow, white water, flow down to me
I heard you calling in the city canyons
I should have waited by the window lanterns
But I went running through the moonlit forest
Alone and searching for the cold white current
Flow, white water, flow down to me
Flow, white water, flow me out to sea
And coming through the mist
Into the calm and clear
In the emerald gleam
I can feel you near
The dogwoods on the banks
Glowing in the gloom
On every naked branch
A beautiful white bloom
I see you running in the tall wild grasses
Young and free along the river rapids
Your body folding in the foreign air
Your lovely hands reaching down from there
Flow, white water, flow clean on through
Flow, white water, flow me o'er to you
And coming through the mist
Into the calm and clear
In the emerald gleam
I can see you near
Standing on the shore
Glowing in the gloom
From you parted lips
A beautiful white bloom
