When I was a boy, I remember how a spring
Gushed cool, clear water out of a rock
There was a red stain on the rocks where the water came out
The stain was from iron
So I imagined that drinking this water would strengthen my blood
And make me brave.
I believed that it heals things
But now I know a secret place where a spring gushes, pure and clean
And drinking of it strengthens my soul
and makes me brave
and heals things.
That is the spring of love.
It never runs dry
And is sometimes even found in rough terrain
But it comes out of the rock.