Tisza’s Child

Daughters

Sons

River deaths：

Faces pale like moons

And hands

Bright stars

Fair children cradle water graves

Vast river

Spirits

Can you hear us pray

Arise

Hear my lullaby

How I wreck my broken love

Upon unlived lives

Vast river

Dark water

I drown in lament endlessly

Spirit guide

River stag arise

Eyes ablaze and hide steaming

Pull treasures from turbid water

Tisza's child clothed in liquid light arise

Awake

Mystify

How I drowning bathe in rivers

That flood all hope in water

Final lord

And I will fly to thee