| Bring you a tale from the pastel fields | |
| Where we ran when we were young | |
| This is a tale from the water meadows | |
| Trying to spread some hope into your heart | |
| It's mixed with happiness - it's mixed with tears | |
| Both life a death are carried in this stream | |
| That open space you could run for miles | |
| Now you don't get so many to the pound | |
| True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia | |
| But it's a dream that i'll always hang on to | |
| That i'll always run to | |
| Won't you join me by the riverbank | |
| Paradise found down by the still waters | |
| Joined in the race to the rainbow's end | |
| No fears no worries just a golden country | |
| Woke at sunrise, went home at sunset | |
| Now life is so critical, life is too cynical | |
| We lose our innocence, we lose our very soul | |
| True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia | |
| But it's a dream that i'll always hang on to | |
| That i'll always run to | |
| True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia | |
| But it's a dream that i'll always hang on to | |
| That i always run to | |
| Won't you join me by the riverbank | |
| Come on and join me by the riverbank |