Walden, composed by Molly Tuttle

The life in us is like the water in a river It may rise this year, it may rise higher Than man has ever known It may come to pass that immortal flowing river May rise so high, flood the mountainside To the valleys down below The land where we dwell has not always been dry I see Far inland banks that were washed by the ancient stream The sun up above shines its fury on the prairie You can't hide from it, you can try it But you'll never get away And they sow the fields but the clouds have all forsaken And they've taken all, no more water fall 'Til the earth has turned to clay Long after we're gone still the earth will turn round and round And all we've created will crumble to the ground I see it all from where I'm standing on the mountain Hear the valleys' cry, still some question why and they cannot see the way We're digging graves every day they're getting deeper, for the birds that fly through the darkened sky Will there be another day? The land where we dwell will not always been dry I see Far inland banks will be washed by the ancient stream The life in us is like the water in a river It may rise this year, it may rise higher Than man has ever known