Led to the river. Midsummer I wave. A 'V' of black swans. On with hope to the grave. . And through red September. When skies fire-paved. I begged you appear.
Lead to the river. Midsummer, I waved. A ?V? of black swans. On with hope to the grave. All through Red September. With skies fire-paved. I begged you appear.