See the river? suffer the consequences Silver streams of places going at a furious pace, a furious pace Doesn't stop for anyone Give your graces For the lost faces Please, sit with us Peace be with us Take a load off, John Untie these laces; put up your feet and take a seat Golden beams are soon to follow you, to follow you But for now, borrow my sorrow Borrow my sorrow Borrow my dark heart Borrow my dark art But don't stay long March on, John So long, so long