The pool is very deep and cool, and nothing here is hard to do,
Nothing that should trouble you.

Shrouded forms that start and sigh as they pass this wanderer by,
Lakes that endlessly outspread,
Foamy blanket riverbeds.

I stand...stand by the water,
Knee deep,
Deep in the fountain,
Now down,
I go under then rise up,
Rise up forever.

The waves that mount and tumble high,
I meet the melancholy sky, and all I have I count for loss,
There in the clouds: one single cross.

I stand...stand by the water,
Knee deep,
Deep in the fountain,
Now down,
I go under then rise up,
Rise up forever.

Yes, deeply I have slept,
Now I rise as one who has gone down into the well springs of new life,
Down across the milk white sands, I wade out into the sleepy cove and bathe in the holy stream...then suddenly, I shatter the level mirror of the lake.

I go under then rise up,
Rise up forever.

Upon an everlasting tide, to the silent pool I glide,
I plunge to wash this black heart clean and rise a swan upon the wing.

I stand...stand by the water,
Knee deep,
Deep in the fountain,
Now down,
I go under then rise up,
Rise up forever,
Now down,
I go under then rise up,
Rise up forever,