The dark of the night

IN THE DARKENING NIGHT WHERE THE MOON
SHINES THROUGH THE SWINGING TREES,
WHERE THE REFECTIONS OF THE,

MOON SPEAKS OUT TO ME,
HERE IS THE RUSHING RIVER,
HEAR IT FLOW FORM THE PAST,
IT COMES SO QUICKLY I'M AGAST,
BUT WHY IS IT STILL IN THE NIGHT,

HERE COMES THE EARLY MORNINGS LIGHT,
REFECTS FOR THE RIVER,
AND INTO THE PAST ,