(Recording has no guitar, but here are the chords it is written around) Cho Anahita, mother of water Feeds the rivers, the brooks and the springs The Naiads are her chosen daughters And the sea god brings her corals and rings Our cities were built with her blessing divine By shepherds who heard her burbling call She showed how the heavens, moved over time And with practice we spread, that knowledge to all Cho The Magi are nothing without river mother But when learn'ed travelers come from the west They walk past the shrines, and don't bathe in the water Instead rubbing grease on their faces and chests Cho We humor the men, who risk such far travel Who covet our secrets for their fine polity Cities where women are locked up like cattle And most of the men, live in bare poverty Cho We tell them the tales we reserve for such fools Easy to check, with patience and time But philosophers fail, to harness such tools Preferring instead, what sounds the most fine Cho But you my friend, are not such a stranger You've heeded her call, with clear heart and mind Dive in the pool, push past the danger And you'll share in peace, as only we find Cho Cho Em Bm D / Em DEm / D Bm D Em /