I walked by a river
I hoped to see a narrowboat
It was wide water
With a ten-mile bank
Beside a busy road
I thought it would be pleasant
To drift through sparkling waves
It could be our best present
For me and you
In our quieter days
I hear the warm wind blowing
From Cold Harbour Farm
Across the railroad tracks
I hear the train then going
Turn to see who have turned their backs
