It came with the morning the dream and the loss of trace
in your place of towers we keep you soul so cold so rare now child
You knew the fire a bloom of the mirror's cry

keep your up head high I think it's time to mourn
it's time to mourn you child


But the river stands high
allowing us to keep


A dream may wonder from a father to a child
may run forever between the hands that keeps it's soul alive
It'll bring us seasons where you'll live and you'll die

keep your head up high I think it's time to mourn
it's time to mourn you child


But the river stands high
allowing us to keep
the face of a dream

that is not ours to keep

Well I miss you child but it's been a long time gone

if its all or nothing I'll keep what' mine to carry on
but the river stands high
allowing us to keep

the face of a dream
that is not ours to keep