| I looked out across the river today
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| Saw a city in the fog and an old church town where the seagulls play
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| Saw the sad shire horses walking home in the sodium light
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| Two priests on the ferry
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| October geese on a cold winter’s night
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| All this time the river flowed
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| Endlessly to the sea
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| Two priests came 'round our house tonight
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| One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying to serve the final rite
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| One to learn, one to teach which way the cold wind blows
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| And fussing and flapping in priestly black like a murder of crows
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| All this time the river flowed
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| Endlessly to the sea
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| If I had my way
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| I’d take a boat from the river
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| And I’d bury the old man
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| I’d bury him at sea
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| Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth
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| Better to be poor than be a fat man in the eye of the needle
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| As these words were spoken I swear I hear the old man laughing
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| What good is a used up world and how could it be worth having?
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| All this time the river flowed
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| Endlessly like a silent tear
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| All this time the river flowed
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| Father, if Jesus exists then how come he never lives here?
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| Teachers told the Romans built this place
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| They built a wall and a temple and an edge of the empire garrison town
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| They lived and they died
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| They prayed to their gods, but the stone gods did not make a sound
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| And their empire crumbles 'till all that was left
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| Were the stones the workmen found
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| All this time the river flowed
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| In the falling light of a Northern sun
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| If I had my way, take a boat from the river
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| Men go crazy in congregations, they only get better one by one
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| One by one |