Walking along the river In the town where I was born There were images stretching out to the horizon I'm adding some decoration From the ceiling to the floor I've been using these pictures for my medication From the kingdom to the sofa Little steps from here to there Animals birds and trees are transformed In the fire - Burning all night long Metamorphosis monkeys and spiders - That's the way it's done (We'll go) Walking along the river Putting some words together I believe we're almost home Floating along forever Maybe it's now or never I can see what we have done Animals birds and trees gently whisper To guide her - this is what they say "Every transformation wears formal attire - Unto its resting place" I'm taking a piece of paper I'm writing myself a letter When the day is long I'm setting it down Beginning my own adventure They call me the mad professor I keep writing - most of the time Gentle father - who will help me? Gentle mother - who can tell me? Gentle children - who will take you? Gentle people - for the table Walking along the river...