How does the river flow?
The river made of fire?
With its red glow, it is so hot though
And it came from that mountain
How does the river flow
I see not no lake or pond or stream
I just see he mountain overhead
Glistening with gleam
The water touches and fire spurs
To drink it would be a curse
Fire! Fire! She screamed
For I am not one to speak
For I only speak of fiery water
The water like no other
It is not clear or blue
It is orange and red and yellow and hot to the touch
Not cool or misty like it must
It came from the mountain overhead
And not from the riverbed
So father tell me so
How does the river flow?
