Mosel River flows fast and wide and deep
Down it's valley of hoarded grape vines
Seen from the water bus that takes us
Sedately towards those friends of mine.
I can feel the excitement rise as every
Stop brings us nearer the village where
Are all the things that year after year
Call me ever more strongly back there.
This village is old, yet growing
Gently, I see the growth as I stroll
As I do the every first morning,
Playing my first visitor role,
Through the old streets around
The old original village walls.
I see even the smallest of changes
For in my mind I remember it all
As it was even as I see it as it is.
Down Rathaus Strasse and I hear
Those special sounds that tell me
The River Mosel is now so near;
Today she is flowing gently contained,
But Monica has pictures of its floods;
Many feet under water this very spot
Where I am now am so casually stood
Watching the barges enter the locks
Through the gates and on they go
Up and down this busy river
In an almost constant flow.
I watch this river.
I feel its peace.
I am home.
I am at ease.
Mosel River flowing deep and fast and long
Sometimes gentle, sometimes wild and strong
Mosel River flows fast and wide and deep
Down it's valley of hoarded grape vines
Seen from the water bus that takes me
Sedately towards those friends of mine
