I call to Coventina in my need To bring to me her blessed healing rain She calls to me with words I feel and heed She sings with showered notes a soft refrain
When Coventina hears the parched who thirst She sings the dulcet songs of living wells When water came to be, she was the first The first to learn the stories water tells
The stories and the songs she shares with all Are filled with brilliant life and brilliant love She loves the life of every waterfall She sings of rain that falls from clouds above
The goddess Coventina comes to heal With water simple words cannot reveal.
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