Young Rivers

Stay home, feel the sun
Breathe on everyone
Told ya, theres more to come
Cold wind from the coast
Creeping like a ghost
Be still, you talk more than most
Sundown across the blue
Colors passing through
You make a fool of the view
Willows block the light
One chance to get it right
Sweetheart, you gorgeous sight
Take my hand, my rosy love
Come down from those skies above
Show your grace behind your face
Now theres nothing i wont give for your sweet embrace
Young rivers
Cold fingers
My ardent blood runs warm
This glory
Our story
Will rise above the storm
Young rivers
Cold fingers
My ardent blood runs warm
This glory
Our story
Will rise above the storm
Take my hand, my rosy love
Come down from those skies above
Show your grace behind your face
Now theres nothing i wont give for your sweet embrace
Now theres nothing i wont give for your sweet embrace
Now theres nothing i wont give for your sweet embrace