Mother-River, River-Daughter

Orchards in Bloom, Shading the misty river, Mother river, river daughter, By the river bank she comes. Out she comes and sings her song, The grey eagle of the plains, The one she loved, His letters clasped To her bosom. Your song, her song, You fly to the setting sun, To the poor soldier, on the distant border, Mother river, river daughter, Joy in her song! He remembers the river daughter, He hears her simple song, He defends our Mother River, The River Daughter loves forever!