I often think on early days,
And why I never left this place?
All my young ambitious plans
Are buried in these callused hands.

As giant trees so strong and sound
Until the lightning brings them down,
I don't bend or lean or sway,
And all the rest remains the same.

Then one morning I took a walk,
Like I always do.
Along the bank,
Like I always do.

(Ahhhhh)

I saw her swimming in the river.
We met so unexpectedly.

She's all mine, I think.
She's all mine, I think.
She's all mine, I think.
She's all mine, I think.