|Me and my brother returned to the water
|I saw a pike that was two feet long.
|Two small magicians, each with a jam jar
|Cast spells on the water with hazel twig wands.
|Country boys catch tadpoles, dive into water
|Made shy by their laughter, we wandered down stream
|And summer rolled o'er us with no complications
|'Cept thinking of Mama sometimes in dreams.
|Stand by the drawbridge, waiting for barges
|Waiting around for smiles from the man.
|Lifting the bridge whilst watching the horses
|Dragging the slow boats up the canal.
|I do remember the times but no number
|After the day, but before evening comes
|Waiting for castles and kettles with roses
|Painted on barges that sailed into the sun.
|Oh, see the river run, that was by man begun
|Open the locks, let the boats sail on,
|Taking their castles and kettles with roses
|With summers of childhood leaving smiles on the man.