When born from midnight at last to splash; A single drop you'd think I'd last, but from heaven to earth is a greater fall then all from grace I do recall!
Call forth the thunder from which I came; I want to go back, it's not the same! This is insanity in the rain, to be left alone without a name!
I draw from hither across the plain, where forth it's bitter and cold this day! An indentation upon the ground, from which I'll make my bed for now.
Can you not see the others come? They fall upon me one by one, and now too heavy to be my frown!
There are so many that I can see, we will stand together to form a bond! Then due to weather you'll sail your fleet, into our harbor so nice and neat!
From now forever you'll depend on me, we've come together from heavens span, and then the river has made us grand. Then off so quiet were sunshine waves, there is a grove without a name.
This place for lovers so quiet with grace, until my spirit for there I'll place. From whence come echo's is my name, a pleasant cove along the banks. So soft so gentle to lap the shore, our hearts together from which it's formed.
So sing my praises I have a name. I'm Echo Cove from which you gain; and there you'll play when children born; generation after generation I will be home. All born from a storm upon the plain, where I slept for awhile to come hither my name.