There will be no music but the sound of rushing water That breaks on painted rocks below And the sighing of the winds in the pinions high above There will be no music but the sound of rushing water There will be no music but the sound of rushing water A warm wind gently caresses on my cheek Ruffles up my hair and wanders down Alone will i follow the dark black trail And there will be no music but the sound of rushing water There will be no music but the sound of rushing water Darkness before me, darkness behind Darkness that pulses and flows A breath of wind, brought sudden from below And there will be no music but the sound of rushing water There will be no music but the sound of rushing water.