At dusk
We'll coax the old brook to sing
A hymn
To quell the will of the night
Restless
We'll sway to its primeval song
Enchanted
By the fires burning within
Restless
At dawn
We'll sing the old brook to sleep
A hymn
To quiet the roar of the day
In stillness
We'll lay on its primeval banks
Weary
From the fires burning within
Stillness