I knew a girl, she was just nineteen
always talked bout the things she'd seen
she she said she once saw a river of ice
I laughed and said, "That must have been nice."
She looked at me sadly and said, "No, no!"
Things like a river were made to flow
The coldest winds are made to blow
And some day melt the ice and snow
People and lovers weren't made for the cold
And unwatered seeds never grow old