Sunny afternoon on the riverside,
children playing games of seek-and-hide
They throw the colored ball and they hide away
But the devil stopped their harmless play.
Little Tommy tried to catch the ball,
tumbled into the water and he lost control
But Mary's little hand couldn't save the boy
Pain is when you loose a friend and then she cried:
Tell me, little river, tell me when a love has gone
For him I wait forever, till the morning he will return
Tell me, little river, why don't you give him back?
Send him this little flower, as long as I live he can't be dead.
Little children playing on the shore
They don't talk about it anymore,
what had happened on that warm September day
Sometimes in the wind you hear a prayer.