Don't look down, it's far too far
keep your eyes on the horizon;
lest we should tumble from the stair
in thundering torrents, to oblivion;
your heart is beating wildly, dear,
your voice is in my ear
but we shall find a cure for fear
behind the waterfall.
chorus
The thunder echoes in our ears
the mist is in our throats;
the paths do all but disappear
in fogs and shadows both;
the danger, dear, is very near,
but notwithstanding all
we'll haven, if we persevere
behind the waterfall.
chorus
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