I lay down by the river. The shadows moved across me inch by inch. And all that I heard. Was the war between the water and the bridge. Turn to me turn to me turn to me. Turn and drink of me. Or look away look away look away. And never more think of me. Carry me. Carry me. I heard the many voices. Speaking to me from the depths below. This ancient wound. This catacomb. Beneath the whited snow. Come to me come to me come to me. Come and drink of me. Or turn away turn away turn away. And never more think of me. Carry me. Carry me away. Who will lay down their hammer?. Who will put up their sword?. And pause to see. The mystery. Of the Word. Carry me. Carry me. Carry me. Carry me away. Carry me. Carry me. Carry me. Carry me away