the inland delta

the journey began somewhere that we know
where it will end that no one now can tell
the river runs in constant steady flow

the sullen animals on which we cargo throw
have anger yes but not the wit to rebel
the journey begins somewhere that we know

across the desert caravans come and go
we think of them as now traversing hell
the river runs in constant steady flow

we ask the vultures what they see below
they seem to hear a final funeral knell
the journey begins somewhere that we know

the blessings that those left behind bestow
they will not matter at the last dry well
the river runs in constant steady flow

the magic in the name just seems to grow
across the wastes there comes a cheery yell
the journey begins somewhere that we know
the river runs in constant steady flow