O mighty river, so peaceful and sublime,
Gently caressing the hills you meander along,
What lofty plans have you this time,
What hides beneath your calm,
Do you see the far green mountains
That stood by us as we swam along
Fighting the tides beneath?
What lofty plans have you this time?
With a noble stroke, an artist’s dream,
You deftly carved a gentle stream,
With lyrical twists and musical turns,
That flows in a borough near,
Where we shout and celebrate this life so dear,
But watch a distant tree that burns…
What lofty plans have you this time,
What hides beneath your calm?
Along dusty walks and majestic views,
Friendly chats, colours anew
The firmament in a glorious blue,
The earth a golden hue,
We watch your swollen serpentine turn at a distance,
And stand now in contemplated askance,
What lofty plans have you this time,
What hides beneath your calm?
O mighty river, to you we pray
Let not your rage inundate our dream
Let not your whims wash away our beautiful realm
Where we shout and celebrate this life so dear
Where we run amuck without any fear
Where each stone and pebble laughs in cheery gay
Where your gentle stream watches us play
O mighty river, to you we pray .
