Don't come through the window - Don't come through the door ! We'll lock up the window - With trees and with dreams and we'll bolt up the door--- The horse by the river won't come any more... The river is...

Sleep, little rose
for the horse starts to weep.
If it touches the river
The horse surely dies
It cries out to the mountains
It cries out to the marsh
Cries out to the river
In a voice loud and harsh
Cry for the horsey
That can't bear to drink
Cry for the river
With water black as ink
With water full of poise n
With water how is pollute d.