Me and my brother returned to the water
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I saw a pike that was two feet long.
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Two small magicians, each with a jam jar
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Cast spells on the water with hazel twig wands.
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Country boys catch tadpoles, dive into water
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Made shy by their laughter, we wandered down stream
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And summer rolled o'er us with no complications
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'Cept thinking of Mama sometimes in dreams.
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Stand by the drawbridge, waiting for barges
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Waiting around for smiles from the man.
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Lifting the bridge whilst watching the horses
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Dragging the slow boats up the canal.
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I do remember the times but no number
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After the day, but before evening comes
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Waiting for castles and kettles with roses
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Painted on barges that sailed into the sun.
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Oh, see the river run, that was by man begun
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Open the locks, let the boats sail on,
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Taking their castles and kettles with roses
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With summers of childhood leaving smiles on the man.
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Barges
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| Ralph McTell |
