My soul sinks slowly down this river valley,

from the mountains to the river, it repeats every day,  

My hovering heart floats down the tidal river to the sea.

The mountains host the ghosts' bowling alley

that still thunders down on me today.

My soul sinks slowly down this river valley,

Something pulls me down, my soul becomes an tributary; 

my body, invisible; my joy, a causeway,

My hovering heart floats down the tidal river to the sea.

I can feel it best in the City of Poughkeepsie,

when walking songs of westside nights away.

My soul sinks slowly down this river valley,

400 years after Hudson prayed his name be 

"carved upon the tablets of the sea," I pray

My hovering heart floats down the tidal river to the sea.