River - Jeanette Lindström

We went walking down by the river

Holding hands

The cold made me shiver

I could hear it flow

River did you know?

Oh ooh ooh ooh

Oh ooh ooh

We went walking along the water

Holding hands

I’d become a walker

Evening sky in gold

Stories yet untold

Oh ooh ooh ooh

Oh ooh ooh

Flying high, flying low

No regrets, let it flow

Lions bathing in red and violet

Your warm hand

Caressing

Like velvet

Like a stepping stone

No longer alone

Still the echoes

Of our laughter

First before, and then

Ever after