At the stretch of the long river you see,
how the ducks come home to thee,
in the damp cold shadows
of the starry night skies.
The path goes ever on and on,
and you could follow where it leads
by way of gravel, stone and rock,
towards the precipice you see.
Where towers looming stretch up high,
where gardens grow beneath night sky,
there you get lost amidst the stars.
They guide you to a place of rest,
where all the noble creatures lie.