See the river swollen, the sandy banks are broken, the boats they follow me home.
See the birds on the wing, listen to the pied butcher birds sing,
The boats they follow me home.
All the bitter times we’ve come to know, all the thoughts of mine, never known
A sad as
on my I I’d come over, then something turned me back.
on the corner, dreaming still water, boats me
shadows into night, gives its light, boats they
the times we’ve know, all of near I’ve known
smile as
blanket on thought that I’d come then something turned back.
All bitter all near mine, I’ve
sad as
Follow me, home.
me, boats me home.