River in Judea

Often times,
I dream of music
and of the river that freely flows;
and it
Sings a song
Sweeter than honey;
One everybody knows;

Late at night,

I hear it singing;

Then again when I wake at dawn;

and it fills me up

with hope and good will;

The will to go on,

go on;

There is a river in Judea
that I heard of long ago,
and it's a singing, ringing rhythm
that my soul cries out to know