The Catfish Song

(альбом: Old News - 2019)

Down at the bottom of that dirty ol' river
Down where the reeds and the catfish play
There lies a dream as soft as the water
There lies a bluebird that's flown away

Well, to meet is like springtime and to love is like summer
Her brown eyes shone only to me
Autumn fever the fool come a-falling
Rain turned to freezing inside of me

I'll kindle my fires with the words I can't send you
And the roads I can't follow and the songs I can't sing
Well, all you young ladies who dream of tomorrow
While you're a listening these words I will say

Cling to today with its joy and its sorrow
You'll need your memories when youth fades away

Well, the angel of Springtime, he rides down the Southwind
The angel of Summer, he does just the same
The angel of Autumn, she's blue and she's golden
And the angel of Winter won't remember your name

Down at the bottom of that dirty ol' river
Down where the reeds and the catfish play
There lies a dream as soft as the water
There lies a bluebird that's flown away
There lies a bluebird that's flown away...