oh flow, flow, flow
low, low, low
lie, lie, lie
fly, fly, fly
drifting on my back
left that dreary track far behind
river wind
sky so bright
fish jump over my left shoulder
fishing on your warnings
jealous of the fish I'm courting
go to bed my precious heart
go to bed
river flows
low and slow
brushes grow from my toes
bridges pass by the children's faces against the sky
as I swim by
birds are now my friends
trusting me with their precious eggs
drifting on my back
drifting on my back
how do I outrun the setting of that treacle bun?
go to bed my precious heart
go to bed my precious heart
go to bed