Riverside Chronicles

Gentle streams, the trout's domain We cast our lines, the world refrains Oh, take us back, Oh, take us back, Oh, take us: Take us there! Take us back, Oh, take us back, Oh, take us: Take us there! With flies and hooks in afternoon's embrace Singing tales of leather aged with grace In the wild, by crackling fires Old stories told, the day retires Take us back, Oh, take us back, Oh, take us: Take us home! Take us back, Oh, take us back, Oh, take us: Take us home! By the riverside, with our hands entwined Carving leather, leaving city life behind