Paris-Maree Boreham Poet Lyric

At the River Song In Progress

When I saw him at the river
Saw him standing there
With dark brown eyes- I mesmerised
His jet black fuzzy hair
     
He stepped in a canoe
And sang a river song
Come with me darling
Singing come, come along
Come come along
                                       
Though I knew there were crocs
On the sand and the rocks
And with spun vertigo
I yelled back I can’t go
My love I can’t go

I can’t go
I gotta go
Time to go
There are crocs on the rocks
on the sand, on the land

I can’t go
I gotta go 
Time to go

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