The Flood

I was pretty, you were clever

You helped me out in my endeavours

Down die river late in September

We told jokes I can't remember

Deeper men with truer vision

Never knew what they'd been missing

'Ehe rwer's full but not for fishing

Ihe wish comes true but not through wishing

Up in die hills you trickled slyly

'through die grass a flash ofsilver

Just let me do all the talking

Together we'll pull it 0ff

Sing me a worksong, water baby

Sing your heart out through the city

Wider boys with bottles shiny

Sailed away down to die briney

Zip up those pants, there's someone coming

Pull on your vest and over die side

One more rain will flood the cellars

Under the car parks in die dark

I sat in a bar at night, right at river level

And watched die black swollen river in fiill flood

Great broken trees spin slowly, just feet away from me

On die other side of die plate glass