Our history runs down our rivers
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Down our rivers to the sea
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Reminds us of the things that matter
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Home and heart and history
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And all our sins will be forgiven
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Washed away to set us free
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By the rivers that run through our homesteads
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By myth and modal melody
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I traced these rivers from the cities to the seas
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To remind me of what I already know
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I traced the shorelines through a thousand histories
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To remind me an island is my home
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An island is my home
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I traveled far across this country
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Northumberland to Southern Downs
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I wandered up the rolling Humber
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And down the Thames to London town
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Countless lives were lived and lingered
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In the cuts, swerves, and the fells
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I left a tapestry called England
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And life and those who lived it well
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I traced these rivers from the cities to the seas
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To remind me of what I already know
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I traced the shorelines through a thousand histories
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To remind me an island is my home
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An island is my home
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Round here the sky is a little closer
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A little closer to the ground
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It's hard for someone to get lost here
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Harder still to get found
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Though I've seen a thousand rivers
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From the Mississippi to the Rhine
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The only place that I'll lay my hat down
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Is by an English riverside
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I traced these rivers from the cities to the seas
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To remind me of what I already know
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I traced the shorelines through a thousand histories
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To remind me an island is my home
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An island is my home
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So place your trust into the sea
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It's kept us safe for centuries
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It shaped our shores and steadily
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Its care has brought us, come
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When I die, I hope to be buried out in English seas
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So all that then remains of me
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Will lap against these shores
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Until England is no more
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Rivers
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| Frank Turner |
