I Am A River

Underneath the oak tree, underneath the sky
I listen to the newborn lamb's cry
Cry out for nipples, soon be out to grass
Everything is changing, too soon, too fast
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
This is what we do
Standing at a corner of a Dublin street
Staring to the sea of busy little feet
Going about our business, rush, push, shove
Hoping in our life times, we'll find and be in love
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
This is what we do
We're all passing through
Passing through...