A Wild Ferry, a Quiet Sandbank

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

The little grasses by the water grow where no one notices

The birdsong in the woods holds layer upon layer of clear skies

The evening rain suddenly spurs the spring tide into a rush

That empty boat gently turned to a course of its own

[Pre-Chorus]

No waiting footsteps and no bell urging departure

Only a length of rope keeps the flowing water company, slackening a little

[Chorus]

The little boat leaves the bustle on shore

I too let my heart stop rushing forward for a while

Rain has its own path here water its own winding course

This stillness need not put on a performance for anyone

Waiting for the tide's voice to slowly wash the strain from my thoughts

I will return to tomorrow at my own pace

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 2]

The distant ferry landing gathers away the last trace of voices

The riverbank still keeps its freshness for the tiniest blades of grass

I no longer keep tallying what I have accomplished today

First, watch for a while how the sky's colors fall into the ripples

[Pre-Chorus]

No waiting footsteps and no bell urging departure

Only a length of rope keeps the flowing water company, slackening a little

[Chorus]

The little boat leaves the bustle on shore

I too let my heart stop rushing forward for a while

Rain has its own path here water its own winding course

This stillness need not put on a performance for anyone

Waiting for the tide's voice to slowly wash the strain from my thoughts

I will return to tomorrow at my own pace

[Bridge]

Not every river waits to become a ferry crossing

Some scenery simply exists in quiet

When I am willing to earnestly give shelter to idle moments

Life gains another riverbank where I can catch my breath

[Final Chorus]

The little boat leaves the bustle on shore

I too let my heart stop rushing forward for a while

Rain has its own path here water its own winding course

This stillness need not put on a performance for anyone

Waiting for the tide's voice to slowly wash the strain from my thoughts

I will return to tomorrow at my own pace

[Outro]

The little boat still rocks gently on the water after rain

I listen as the evening breeze closes this page