It’s new grass under the snow
It’s a new wave to behold
It’s new wine you’ve never tasted
It’s the feeling of being elated
It’s holding a stone in your hand till it goes
Skip, skip, skippin, down the river
And where it goes, nobody knows
But we trust the river so
We leave all our stones to the water
And where it goes, nobody knows
But we love the river so
We entrust all our stones to the water