The green one sleeps underneath the falls
Deep in the roar of water he slowly dreams the world
And those who venture close to that shadow 'neath the sea
They fall asleep forever in the eddy of the reeds

Don't listen, don't listen to the call
Turn away, away, from the whisper in the falls

On the first summer nights the windows open wide
The world expands in darkness, black waters rushing by
There are hunters in the hedges. There are whispers In the green
The soaking mud is hungry, closer now it seeps

Don't listen, don't listen to the call
Turn away, away, from the hissing in the walls

Be careful summer nights. Keep the windows closed
Outside the yard is crawling. The heavy branches bow
In heat the world remembers when all rushed with the sea
In heat the old waves rise again to claim what has crawled free

Don't listen, don't listen to the call
Turn away, away, from the one beneath the falls