A silver moon drifts on the river’s breast, While willow branches dance in whispered rest. A lonely boatman sings an ancient tune, Beneath the stars that shimmer like a swoon. His song tells tales of lovers long apart, Whose promises still linger in the heart. The current flows, both endless and deep, Carrying secrets that the night will keep. Far on the shore, a lamp in window glows, Where someone waits for what the river knows. The dawn will come to wash the dark away, But not the memories ...

A silver moon drifts on the river’s breast, While willow branches dance in whispered rest. A lonely boatman sings an ancient tune, Beneath the stars that shimmer like a swoon. His song tells tales of lovers long apart, Whose promises still linger in the heart. The current flows, both endless and deep, Carrying secrets that the night will keep. Far on the shore, a lamp in window glows, Where someone waits for what the river knows. The dawn will come to wash the dark away, But not the memories ...