my waves and soft breezes soak the shores of your eden
my hands and stout fingers hold the sword of the needing
my eyes are the mirror of your joy and your pain
and i am in the witches brain

for i am part of all you are and all you can be

i am the river of life i am the river of fortune
i am the giver of love i am the river of fortune
and i'm doing very little and i don't work hard
but i'll get you very far

i dwell in dark patches on your doors and your windows
over the sycamore and under the willow
in bags and in boxes and in empty rooms
and on the witches broom

for i am part of all you are and all you can be

i am the river of life i am the river of fortune
i am the giver of love i am the river of fortune
and i'm doing very little and i don't work hard
but i'll get you very far

i am the river of life i am the river of fortune
i am the giver of love i am the river of fortune
and i'm doing very little and i don't work hard
but i'll get you very far

i am the river of life i am the river of fortune
i am the giver of love i am the river of fortune
and i'm doing very little and i don't work hard
but i'll get you very far