Текст песни
On the dark edge of the riverbank I got down on my knees In the boney shadows of the naked sycamore trees cnd with both my trembling hands I made a cup cnd I stretched out my skinny arms to fill it up
cnd as I watched the tiny whirlpools cross my palm I cradled my own dark reflection and its starry crown cnd the bright sharp sickle moon hung high over my head cnd I felt like the thirsty lost son come back from the dead
cnd when my trembling cup was full to the brim I raised that trembling cup up to my chin
cnd with greedy gulps I drank it down with ease In the boney shadows of the naked sycamore trees