As the heat of summer parched the land
The river flowed on towards the sea
Which drank with gladness from its hand
The cool water of austerity

The waters moved, the waves did break
The tide ebbed to and fro
But naught availed the rock stood firm
He would not go away.

As the leaves of autumn slowly fell
The river flowed full flush with glee.
The flowers on the ground knew very well
Winter’s cold would follow in the lee.

The waters moved, the waves did break
The tide ebbed to and fro
But naught availed ‘gainst winter’s might
He would not go away.

Then spring again o’er the earth shall fling.
As rivers flow the earth to heal,
A verdure green, so birds on the wing
Shall delight in all of spring time’s weal.

The waters moved, the waves did break
The tide ebbed to and fro
But naught availed, though earth did melt
He would not go away.

Then summer’s sun at the last shall come.
The fields in refulgent pulchritude
Shall flourish towards the harvest home
When dawns the day to which we allude.

The waters moved, the waves did crash
The tide ebbed in the bay
So all availed, we wear a sash
For you, it is your day