Climb down to the river
Let your heavy burden fall
The sun is in a tyrant blaze
The parched earth to enthral
Take off your leather boots
Your fettered feet unbind
Take off your cloying travel clothes
And from the white earth climb
Into cinnamon water
Through the roots of the willow tree
Deep brooding, slow moving
Cold river close and swallow me
As cold as solitude
As free as come-what-may
So cold it burns into your soul
And takes your breath away
The dust is washed away
Our clouded eyes revive
Breath deep into your aching lungs
And from the lost world dive
Into cinnamon water
Through the roots of the willow tree
Deep oozing, transfusing
Cold river close and swallow me