There is a river that flows by your window,
With clear water and gentle flow,
Across the river lies a small little hut,
That is lighted by stars and moon at night.

A friend stays there waiting for you.
Cross over- for when you need.
But, be aware when the tide is high,
The river swells when the full moon sighs.

Still...
If ever you need a friend,
To talk, chat, or to no end.
Cross over my friend...
...I shall wait till the end!