There is a place where the river bends,

And there the steady stream ends,

And there the past is lost to the wind,

And there the boring deer steer clear,

And there the kind ones pioneer,

To allow a great journey to begin.

Let us leave here - where the grass refuses to sway,

And the fruit trees are barren,

Past the place where flowers can’t bloom,

We shall need to travel quite soon,

And follow where the fish dare to go,

And - yes - the fish know.

To the place where the river bends.

Indeed, we shall travel quite soon,

And follow where the fish are gold.

Yes - there the fish do go,

To the place where the river bends.