Ben Howard - Back To The River

Through these trees
And bracken stains
Over fields where lovers lay here
Waiting for a spark
Under the old oak tree
Where it all came down
Under the old oak tree
Where I swear I swear
I found her

I remember fireflies
In the evening glow
Oh bodies moving
So soft and so slow
Yeah bridges made
Of moss and stone
These are our lands
These were silver stains
On our souls

I'm going back to the river
Though I know it'll never taste so sweet
I'll go back to the river
Searching for childhood memories

I'll go back to the river
Though I know it'll never taste so sweet
I'll go back to the river
Searching for childhood childhood memories

Through these trees and bracken stains
Over fields where lovers lay here
Waiting for a spark
Under the old oak tree
Where it all came down
Under the old oak tree
Where I swear I swear
I found her

I remember fireflies in the evening glow
Oh butterflies that burn
So low down down
Oh bridges made
Of moss and stone
These are our lands
These are silver stains
On our souls

I'll go back to the river
Though I know it'll never taste so sweet
I'll go back to the river
Searching for childhood memories

I'll go back to the river
Though I know it'll never taste so sweet
I'll go back to the river
Searching for childhood...

I'll go back to the river
Though I know it'll never taste so sweet
I'll go back to the river
Searching for childhood...

Yeah im going back to the river
Though I know it'll never taste so sweet
I'll go back to the river
Searching for childhood childhood memories

"Fooking light went out dunnit"