Pulp. Separations. Down By The River. Zeneszám

Take me down to the river
Where I would not go before
Through the trees and the rushes
To the place we both know

And I'm feeling much younger
As I kneel on the ground
Dip my toe in the water of the river
Where I watched you drown

Oh when the river ran dry that next year
I could not find your body
Now I'm standing here ready at last
To dive down and reach you again

And I long to be with you
Now these cold nights have come
Oh I go down to the river
But the river will stop for no one

Though I ask it, it keeps flowing on
When I ask it, it tells me you're gone