The Moonlit River
A silver moon floats on the river deep, Where silent waters through the mountains sleep. A lonely boat drifts with the gentle tide, While stars above in dark reflection glide. An old man sings of journeys long ago, His voice a thread of joy and tender woe. The night wind carries melodies afar, Beneath the watchful gaze of one bright star. The shores are lined with blossoms pale and white, That scatter petals in the soft moonlight. They dance like snow upon the current’s flow, Where timeless d...
The Moonlit River
A silver moon floats on the river deep, Where silent waters through the mountains sleep. A lonely boat drifts with the gentle tide, While stars above in dark reflection glide. An old man sings of journeys long ago, His voice a thread of joy and tender woe. The night wind carries melodies afar, Beneath the watchful gaze of one bright star. The shores are lined with blossoms pale and white, That scatter petals in the soft moonlight. They dance like snow upon the current’s flow, Where timeless d...
