Whip, poor whip I knew it when it was young It's older now, not quite what it was. Tongue, poor tongue, I knew it when it was young, It's older now, not quite what it was.
The years pass, Seasons, and a time. A tide, a tide, Pride burning inside, And wind and frost Of resentment and cost, As we travel more or less Back to our Mother.
Rivers know the way Without asking, they Travel to the sea Without any tasking, They know the way That takes them each day From here to there They don't foreswear The time it takes to go They all end up down In the same ocean, you know.
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I knew it when it was young
It's older now, not quite what it was.
Tongue, poor tongue,
I knew it when it was young,
It's older now, not quite what it was.
The years pass,
Seasons, and a time.
A tide, a tide,
Pride burning inside,
And wind and frost
Of resentment and cost,
As we travel more or less
Back to our Mother.
Rivers know the way
Without asking, they
Travel to the sea
Without any tasking,
They know the way
That takes them each day
From here to there
They don't foreswear
The time it takes to go
They all end up down
In the same ocean, you know.