So if I were knee deep in a river
of passion you’d think I’d be
scared of the torrents and run?
Maybe I am scared.
But if I have undressed and am naked
I might as well bathe.
Let the river carry me where it will
Let it rise, let it flow, let it gush its way
It can throw my body on its banks
and bounce me about its rapids, I don’t care.
I haven’t a mind to care.
For I have so long been starved of love
to stop it now from taking its course.
Let it come, let it flow, and if
in the deluge I drown,
So be it.