Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A lonely boatman rows with the gentle tide. Mountains sleep in darkness, stars begin to fade, While dreams of home in every ripple are made. His oar disturbs the water, breaking thoughts apart, Memories of laughter echo in his heart. The night wind whispers secrets, old and deep, As promises he vowed to forever keep. Far away, a lantern glows upon the shore, A sign that someone waits forevermore. Though miles may stretch and years may drift aw...