I felt the cold of the ice and water

Come flowing through as it pulled me under

I saw my hand reaching up in the ether

And touched the branches in my cold white fever

Flow, white water, flow down to me

I heard you calling in the city canyons

I should have waited by the window lanterns

But I went running through the moonlit forest

Alone and searching for the cold white current

Flow, white water, flow down to me

Flow, white water, flow me out to sea

And coming through the mist

Into the calm and clear

In the emerald gleam

I can feel you near

The dogwoods on the banks

Glowing in the gloom

On every naked branch,

A beautiful white bloom

I see you running in the tall wild grasses

Young and free along the river rapids

Your body folding in the foreign air

Your lovely hands reaching down from there

Flow, white water, flow clean on through

Flow, white water, flow me o'er to you

And coming through the mist

Into the calm and clear

In the emerald gleam

I can see you near

Standing on the shore

Glowing in the gloom

From you parted lips,

A beautiful white bloom