Of time and rivers flowing The seasons make a song And we who live beside her Still try to sing along Of rivers, fish, and men And the season still a-coming When she'll run clear again. So many homeless sailors, So many winds that blow I asked the half blind scholars Which way the currents flow So cast your nets below And the gods of moving waters Will tell us all they know. The circles of the planets The circles of the moon The circles of the atoms All play a marching tune And we who would join in Can stand aside no longer Not let us all begin.