The Round River Songtext
von Meadow Maker

This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water

This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water

This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water

This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water

This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water

This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water

This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water


This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water

Unto dust I fall to pieces
Into all that ever was
Dissolve skandha withers all away
Melt into the static fuzz
Corporeal shell becomes a memory
Can′t recall the taste of fruit
No more I, thee or me
Parts become all as one

This is a round river
and we are her fish who turn to water

This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water

This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water


This is a round river
and we are her fish that turn to water