Down by the river by the boats | |
Where everybody goes to be alone | |
Where you wont see any rising sun | |
Down to the river we will run | |
When by the water we drink to the dregs | |
Look at the stones on the river bed | |
I can tell from your eyes | |
You've never been by the riverside | |
Down by the water the riverbed | |
Somebody calls you somebody says | |
swim with the current and float away | |
Down by the river everyday | |
Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep | |
And I don't know why I go the way | |
Down by the riverside | |
When that old river runs pass your eyes | |
To wash off the dirt on the riverside | |
Go to the water so very near | |
The river will be your eyes and ears | |
I walk to the borders on my own | |
To fall in the water just like a stone | |
Chilled to the marrow in them bones | |
Why do I go here all alone | |
Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep | |
And I don't know why I go the way | |
Down by the riverside | |
segunda-feira, 6 de junho de 2011
Agnes Obel, Riverside
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Lovely poem!
ResponderExcluirThanks for visiting my blog and opting to follow. I look forward to getting to know you through your blog and writing.
Thank you Lisa.
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