In the quiet dawn, where waters run,
We hear the rhythm of the oar, each one.
"Pull together, strong and true,
The river waits for me and you."
Through the misty veil, the world is still,
With every stroke, our hearts instill,
Courage and hope, a dream so near,
Onward we glide, year after year.
The sunlit ripples dance and play,
As dreams take flight at break of day.
"Row on, row on," the call resounds,
Through winding streams and open grounds.
Oh, the journey's long, but joy remains,
Through fleeting storms and golden plains.
Together we'll sing, with voices clear,
This timeless tale of hope and cheer.
