Water Hills flow in to the city of trees
We are a river of music on this Spring day breeze
We are the flood of joy in the dance
We are the Brook that babbles
We are the Fountain over flowing
We are Spring’s song made to fables
We are the Cherry on the cake
We Gott all the music it takes
We are on the streets where you live.
We are the drummers, the flutes,
We are the song, and the dance
and oooo how we sway, shimmy and prance
Water Hill comes in four hours it’s gone
Still in my body I feel the joy and the songs
In this city of trees where sweet waters flow
In this neighborhood of friends,
In this neighborhood we all flowed
An Ocean of pleasure on this sea did we rock and roll.
It was lovely to celebrate Waterhill with you, my friend.
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