River Avon

Strolling by the River Avon, I found somebody, Strolling to nowhere, I found a person. I looked at the river, I followed the water. I saw somebody walking to Bath. He was my old friend the tailor. Very well known he was. Near to clothes he spent his life, far from all the beloved ones. Working for his family to have the best. Among cloths to get some pounds. Scisors to cut fabrik, money to grow up a family. By the River Avon I used to walk, to spread my thoughts. Thinking of my family I was, but I needed a beer time to time. Meeting with friends was such a nice time. Friends rolled by the river, he never could keep them for long. He took a journey to Spain, and he started a new life. A life far from the River Avon, a new step to be made. He is far since then, he's lost in the dreams of the past. Looking for the old friends, Searching for the old River Avon. Looking for the old friends, looking for the family that one day used to be a dream, the unfaithful family he used to work from between cloth to scisors to give them the best. Now, as a forgotten taylor he dreams with scisors. As a forgotten father he still looks for his daughter. As a forgotten friend, he thinks about the friends that have dissapeared. As a forgotten ex-husband, he regrets to be a husband. After the years, he thinks about the River Avon, the green meadows, Bristol, Bath, England, anyway, his entire world. All his world is what I've met: the taylor, the struggling person, the singer, the man I found when I was strolling by the River Avon, my best friend. Sometimes we think we are in Somerset, time to time we dream about the things we've lost. We can't make a step back, but we will make one in front. My River Avon, you will always be my rolling back. Since I was strolling by the River Avon, I found my whole life.