O’ Mighty river,

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!,

Thou has forsaken me,

with ravaged leaves and broken twigs,

deliberately thrust upon old aged rocks,

I plead not to become part of you,

but yet I am engulfed in your essence.

 

O’ Mighty river,

Hear Ye!, Hear Ye!,

Thou has forsaken me,

the unexpected blow leaves a throbbing pain,

What is it that you seek to gain?

I forget and ponder,

incessantly try to wander,

but I’m left to wonder,

and suddenly thou take me under.

 

O’ Mighty River,

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!,

Thou has forsaken me,

What Evil lingers here,

luring the passionate and curious souls,

ruthless in your wake,

even those who frivolously pray for mercy,

in no immediate danger,

you laugh and take them without remorse,

so Why do I plead for mercy?

I refuse to be taken in your arms,

and I fight you but I know you won’t let go.

 

O’ Mighty River,

Thou has forsaken me,

and I’m going under.