The Spangle Maker - The Softest Chord lyrics

Here the river writes its music Skims along a silent flow On a wide, unbroken mirror Sky above and sky below Willow trees bow down in homage The processing suzerain With a court of vessels in her Train River strike the softest chord And mourn for your love Weeping waves lapping the shore Are torn from your love Here the air is shimmering silver Casting droplets on the leaves Peering through a pa**ing spirit Asking why the lady grieves River lady, floating gently Trail your fingers ‘cross the miles Once your laughter made these waters Smile River strike the softest chord The strings of your lyre Are the rushes ‘round the shore The boat is a pyre Yield the mirror to the prow And carry her down Swirling eddies in her wake The skirt of her gown Rivers flow but one direction Tide may turn, but never time Now the banks but breathe an echo Of the river in her prime What is lost must live in shadows Slowly sink beside the quay Glancing back, the future slips Away River strike the softest chord The song of a soul Run the ever-turning world Aground on your shoal But the music in reply Fades into the trees And the river lady sighs And melts in the sea.