Come away, and follow menShe will call you from her windingnCome away, and follow menShe will call you, remindingnCome feel along your sidesnThe long cool touch of currentnLike a far remembered lifenCome quicken to the now you hearnCutting off from closer yearsnnBounding into heavy pouring soundnCome quicken to the icy stingnSharpening to everythingnPounding boundariesnnCome away, and follow menOn a winding to the seanCome away, and follow menUnwinding to be freenAnd the call of the rivernA man will answer cause he's thirstynFor a far remembered lifenOf pulsing to a larger rhythmnFeeling things that now lie hiddennClean and cold withinnThe liquid taste of leaf and rocknThe timing to a slower clocknYearning for dampened musty woodnnCome away, and follow menShe will call you, she knowsnCome away, and follow menCome taste this life and grownnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn