The River

All the fish, all the ducks

All I can really see is rocks

Flowing water, running through my legs 

To live here, oh, I would beg

Lots of birds, perched high in the trees

This really is the place to be 

Scattered pebbles, youngster rebels 

Running around tagging each other, 

Other people playing with their brother

I wish people would leave me be

I want this place, only for me.