I’ve a friend who lives out by the river’s mouth
He knows the fiddle’s cry is an old sound
A lonesome bow, the creaks and moans of empty houses
Are songs like falling rain
Windblown buildings, muddy ground
The strength of water can sink a colt
Take us back, oh, take us back
Oh, take us, take us back,
Take us back, oh, take us back,
oh, take us, take us back
He knows the fiddle’s cry is an old sound
A lonesome bow, the creaks and moans of empty houses
Are songs like falling rain
Windblown buildings, muddy ground
The strength of water can sink a colt
Take us back, oh, take us back
Oh, take us, take us back,
Take us back, oh, take us back,
oh, take us, take us back