City of Chow

Cold from the spring the waters pass Over the waving pampas grass. All night long in dream I lie, Ah me! ah me! to awake and sigh— Sigh for the City of Chow. Cold from the spring the rising flood Covers the tangled southernwood. All night long in dream I lie, Ah me! ah me! to awake and sigh— Sigh for the City of Chow. Cold from its source the stream meanders, Darkly down through the oleanders. All night long in dream I lie, Ah me! ah me! to awake and sigh— Sigh for the City of Chow.