Testo: Pulp. Separations. Down By The River.

Take me down,
To the river,
Where I would not go before.
Through the trees and the rushes,
To a 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
Nadadum nananana nana na...
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.
Dadow...