There will be no music but the sound of rushing water
That breaks on painted rocks below
And the sighing of the winds in the pinions high above
There will be no music but the sound of rushing water
There will be no music but the sound of rushing water

A warm wind gently caresses on my cheek
Ruffles up my hair and wanders down
Alone will i follow the dark black trail
And there will be no music but the sound of rushing water
There will be no music but the sound of rushing water

Darkness before me, darkness behind
Darkness that pulses and flows
A breath of wind, brought sudden from below
And there will be no music but the sound of rushing water
There will be no music but the sound of rushing water.

(lyrics: Dan Bern)