There’s a toad,
Sitting on some moss,
By the waterfall, by the waterfall.
A beautiful toad
It’s emerald and it’s gold,
By the waterfall, by the waterfall.
And it croaks all day, yes it croaks all day, yes it croaks all day,
By the waterfall, by the waterfall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
And there’s a raven,
Perched high on a branch,
By that waterfall, by that waterfall.
A jet black raven,
Shaped like a leaf,
The colour of grief,
By that waterfall, by that waterfall.
And it caws all day, yes it caws all day, yes it caws all day,
By the waterfall, by the waterfall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
And there’s a wolf,
Standing on a rock,
By the waterfall, by the waterfall.
A grey and white wolf,
The colours of the North,
By the waterfall, by the waterfall.
And it howls all day, yes it howls all day, yes it howls all day,
By the waterfall, by the waterfall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
And the toad, yes the toad, yes it croaks all day
And the raven, yes that raven, yes it caws all day
And the wolf… the wolf, it howls all day, yes it howls all day, yes it howls all day
And there’s croakin’ and a-cawing and a-howling,
Yes there’s croakin’ and a-cawing and a-howling,
Yes, there’s croakin’ and cawing and howling and croakin’ and howling and croakin’…
All day long…
By the waterfall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
And in the winter;
That waterfall;
It freezes over;
And there’s no sound at all.
Yes, in the winter,
That waterfall,
It freezes over,
And there’s no sound at all,
By the waterfall, by the waterfall.
Yes, there’s no sound at all,
By the waterfall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Wa-ter-fall.
Roy Hutchins
Pic: Elena Caldera