Through these trees And bracken stains Over fields where lovers lay here Waiting for a spark Under the old oak tree Where it all came down Under the old oak tree Where I swear I swear I found her I remember fireflies In the evening glow Oh bodies moving So soft and so slow Yeah bridges made Of moss and stone These are our lands These were silver stains On our souls I'm going back to the river Though I know it'll never taste so sweet I'll go back to the river Searching for childhood memories I'll go back to the river Though I know it'll never taste so sweet I'll go back to the river Searching for childhood childhood memories Through these trees and bracken stains Over fields where lovers lay here Waiting for a spark Under the old oak tree Where it all came down Under the old oak tree Where I swear I swear I found her I remember fireflies in the evening glow Oh butterflies that burn So low down down Oh bridges made Of moss and stone These are our lands These are silver stains On our souls I'll go back to the river Though I know it'll never taste so sweet I'll go back to the river Searching for childhood memories I'll go back to the river Though I know it'll never taste so sweet I'll go back to the river Searching for childhood... I'll go back to the river Though I know it'll never taste so sweet I'll go back to the river Searching for childhood... Yeah im going back to the river Though I know it'll never taste so sweet I'll go back to the river Searching for childhood childhood memories "Fooking light went out dunnit"