| 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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