Underneath the oak tree Underneath the sky I listen to the newborn lambs cry Cry out for nipple Soon be out to grass Everything is changing Too soon, too fast I am a river passing through I am a river passing through I am a river passing through I am a river passing through This is what we do Standing at a corner of a Dublin street Stare into a sea of busy little feet Going about our business Rush, push, shove Hoping in our lifetimes We'll find and be in love I am a river passing through I am a river passing through I am a river passing through I am a river passing through This is what we do We're all passing through Passing through...