A morning at the Great River

I see her on the waterside
with raindrops in her hair

I see her diving deep into the pool
to trap her fish in the morning air

she winks at me and says again

come in come in
come float me

just do not raise a lot of shit
even if I know you were always

free ! free ! free !

I went into the waters

I was no longer scared
and no longer sad
because in her way
the old witch
was always here 

with me