Paroles de Tisza's Child

Daughters, sons, river deaths: Faces pale like moons, And hands, bright stars Fair children, cradle water graves Vast river, spirits, can you hear us pray? Arise, hear my lullabies How I wreck my broken love Upon unlived lives Vast river, dark waters I drown in lament endlessly Spirit guide, river stag arise Eyes ablaze and steaming hide Pull treasures from turbid waters Tisza's child clothed in liquid light Arise, awake, mystify How I drowning bathe in rivers That flood all hopes in water Final lord, and I will fly to thee