WATERHILL, music to live by

ROOSSPIRIT
kath Roos

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.