Autumn

Sitting on the rocks in water 
On the stone-blocks in the river 
Take the foam and white capped billows 
Glowing, rise above the waters 
Lift thy head above the whirlpool 
Gather well the foam and billows 

Autumn, shines through the water 
Autumn, death and birth, all in same 

Through the rocky walks and channels 
Through the surges wildly tossing 
And the vessel passed in safety 
Through the dangers of the current 
Through the sacred stream and whirlpool 
As it gains the open worlds