Its getting light its getting late. And I`ve looked everywhere and called her name. Her dad the doctors down. The sheriffs standing round. Arianne. We sat by the rivers edge. I slipped in and she slipped off her dress. She stepped cautiously. Into that shining stream. Arianne. Theres a place that I can go. Where her memory still flows. It cuts a deeper path. With every season past. Arianne. I can see her as she sleeps. A face as still as that river is deep. Leaves are turning round. White arms hair of brown. Arianne. Theres a place that I can go. Where her memory still flows. It cuts a deeper path. With every season past. Arianne