Only few people understand This river flows beyond the sand It soars and pours it's ponder drink To storm the shores, dilute the ink
Shattering banks and breaking lands This rivers got other plans Gushing out of amplifiers Splashing up from deep fat fryers
Beads like sweat on heads of nutters Overflowing from the gutters Into the pints the locals sink You'll never sup a sweeter drink
It falls from dreary skies in rain And sprays from crying eyes of bairns Its puddles pounds to soak your socks And scrambles on the Humber docks
It calls, it meets, it roars and speaks Slowly it flows but never sleeps It stirs up a brooding sadness Peels method apart from madness
Who knows the depths its current flows Within our blood, across our toes Only these people understand Their river flows upon the sand Out on that wild river Humber Where the heartlands are a slumberTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
