ONE MORNING IN MAY
One morning in may, at the start of the summer,
You make you way, down to the river,
Finding your boat, as you untie her,
She starts to float, then stepping inside her,
Leave all your troubles behind,
Leave all your troubles behind.
The pink rosy dawn, is spreading her fingers,
Over the sky, and down on the water,
Passing the trees, all green overhanging,
You start to dream, a dream in the morning,
Leave all your troubles behind,
Leave all your troubles behind.
There’s a small sandy cove, by the mouth of the harbour,
You could go ashore, and spend half an hour,
While dazzling angels, dance on the water,
In gold and in silver, bringing your treaure,
Leave all your troubles behind,
Leave all your trouble behind.
Sail out to the ocean,
Far away from home,
Drifting slowly,
Let yourself go.
One morning in May, at the start of the summer,
You make your way, down to the river,
Finding your boat, as you untie her,
She starts to float, then stepping inside her,
Leave all your troubles behind,
Leave All YOUR troubles behind.