The river went dry The walls went down Too many roads let us to fade Too many roads let us to spread Too many things to drive us away To drive us away The river went dry To drive us away To drive us away Once from the hills to the valley There were naked hands Bathing in the water Once from the trees to the ground There were stories Lived written and told Keep me alive when like the other trees I will meet the ground Keep me alive when like the other trees I will meet the ground Keep me alive when like the other trees I will meet the ground Keep me alive when like the other trees I will meet the ground Keep me alive Keep me alive