Hold your head up high.

The rivers rise and take it away from you.

And if your head stays dry through Pharaoh's reign,

You'll be left wandering Searching the seven ones with needles

So it goes, all the battles we've been fought.

The harvest you've sown, life is a river.

From the famine to the flood.

And it can take you down like a soaring crane under an archer's aim.

But hold your head up high, and the river's rise will take it away from you.

Searching the seven wonders with the needle and thread.

Searching.

For whom the bell tolls beeped and far

The harvest you've sown, life is a river rising from the famine to the flood.

So it goes.

Oh, the bell tolls ring and fall

The harvest you sow on life is a river rising.

From the famine to the flood.

So it goes, when the bell tolls, we do fall.

The harvest you saw on life is a river rising from the famine to the flood.

And so it goes

Life is a river rising from the famine.

Oh, it goes on about

Bye.