Lyrics: Chris Thompson
Music: Chris Thompson
Many a dull afternoon
Leaves sticking to my shoes
Iโd shuffle along that muddy bank
Whispering songs to you
Fleet-footed flies are fancy
Would sweat into the dew
Of the music, crippled by me on the water
There was nothing simple
That I could say to you
To tell you how I was feeling
To tell you what was true
I used to waste my time
Playing tunes at you
Throwing stones across this muddy river
But now the riverโs banks are broken
The fingers of the wind
Breathe across the wasteland
And the fiery sky again
As the sound of water rippling
Breaks silent on the night
Seabirdsโ cries are lost forever
I just like to say
That never ever again
Will I let myself fall into those
Traps made by men
I will not be afraid of the
Fire of love in me
Will be happy
Will be free