On the boat
On the west side
Of the river
Where we used to meet
Then sometimes
After rainfall
We'd have laughter
Where we used to see
The ducklings go by
All of them walking side by side
Now they've grown
And they've made
Ducklings themselves
And I'm sat in the shade
Watching my river
Get old
Watching the cobbles get covered in mould
And my river
I see
That the river's apart from me
While the rivers still here
I'll have nothing to fear
And the river
Is thriving
While all that surrounds it is
Crumbling and dying
My river
Still flows
Despite the springs rapids
In the autum it slows and it's peaceful
Til the snow
Freezes the river and
The flowers won't grown
Watching my river
Get old
Watching the cobbles get covered in mould
And my river
I see
That the river's apart from me
