the misty river

there’s a misty river flowing through my mind
full of woes and pearls and pain and gold
and it is cold and clear and queer and quick
and nothing more, and that is all 

but if only you could hear the music there
you would understand how much it means,
underneath the music, this little misty river,
you would understand how much it answers
if only you could hear the music which plays beside it

the music is floating through the misty air
full of pipes and bells and drums and strings
and accidents and children and animals and wind
and nothing more, and that is all

it really isn’t much to hear

but if you could only see the misty river there
you would understand how much it means,
over the misty river, this little music,
you would understand how much it answers
if only you could see the misty river which runs beside it