Running through the hills on a Sunday afternoon
Got a picture in my head of where I'm going to
Down down down
Down to the river
Eating fallen fruit from sugar trees in June
Keep on bringing up the way, the way that I want you
Down down down
Down to the river
Remnants of a Summer's Day
And What They Mean to Me
Cobwebs and Photographs
Are Buried 'Neath the Tree
Listening to the church bells sing their tarnished tune
As the girl from down the lane eats with rusty spoon
Down down down
Down to the river
Broken picket fences, a twine forgotten broom
Are stillborn babies contained in wooden wombs
Down down down
Down to the river
Remnants of a Summer's Day
And What They Mean to Me
Cobwebs and Photographs
Are Buried 'Neath the Tree
Digging for the box near where the willow grew
Got the soft dirt underfoot and the old box in plain view
Down down down
Down to the river
Tattered monochrome these pictures from our youth
The memories are old but the cobwebs here are new
Down down down
Down to the river
Remnants of a Summer's Day
And What They Mean to Me
Cobwebs and Photographs
Are Buried 'Neath the Tree