“Lily by the riv
-er, tell me
does the moon mourn thy beauty?

Is waning forgive
-ness, mercy?
Lily by the riv
-er, tell me

Time takes us, so give
-n to greed
but She remains the same, see?
Lily by the riv
-er, help me
mourn the moon’s eternity.”
//
“Lily by the riv
-er, tell me
should the sun scorn thy frailty?

Is a life not liv
-ed to bleed?
Lily by the riv
-er, tell me

She burns us, plaintiv
-ely aggrieved
that our eyes still behold thee.
Lily by the riv
-er, help me
scorn Her flaming enmity.”