I Shall Cross This River
My love, she has chosen me
For my candor of speech
She takes me to the river
Like a child at play
She sees not this bitter man
But the promise of a lover
When the darkness washes off
She moves into my arms
So too, my folks support me
Through my restless whims
They see not this failure
But the promise of a firstborn
When my darkness leaves
When my fall is complete
I shall cross this river for them
Writer/s: GEERT VAN DER VELDE
