Upon the Rivers my eyes cried out
Never did i think I'd feel this way
Stream of warm water tore about
All ever I wanted was to free my day
Oh, it coming back to me now
how I dug my grave
Straws, twigs and hays lacing it down
Just to lie on it just the same
Oh, how I envy birds luck
With their innate freedom
......
Upon the Rivers my eyes cried out
Never did i think I'd feel this way
Stream of warm water tore about
All ever I wanted was to free my day
Oh, it coming back to me now
how I dug my grave
Straws, twigs and hays lacing it down
Just to lie on it just the same
Oh, how I envy birds luck
With their innate freedom
......