I Know That I'll Be Back Again by Fred Rogers Chorus : And I know that I'll be back again To cruise along the waterway not caring where or when There's no deadlines, no telephone, no reasons to pretend And the only thing you need to know's what lies around the bend Autumn moorings on the waterway with misty fingers curl The sun's a globe of scarlet and the clouds are tinted pearl You cast off from your mooring point, ease gently to midstream You know the world belongs to you and life is but a dream The starkly painted locks appear like castellated walls The clanking drawbridge paddles raise the bridges that enthral The moss lined bricks move past your eyes the lock gates open wide And you ease into a different world on a sweetly moving tide The motor throbs beneath your feet, the tiller fights your hand Your wake makes ripples in the reeds, where statued herons stand Kingfishers on sentry guard above their secret pools They zig-zag off along the cut like crazy flying jewels The old curved bridges turn your whispers into hails Their modern square steel cousins carry motorway and rail They don't echo to the history of rope-scarred brick and post And cargoes carried on a sea ten yards from coast to coast Ghosts of industry long dead in the old parts of the town Through cracked and grimy windows, on the waterways gaze down Was it china clay from Cornwall? Was it cotton from the mills? That was pulled by weary horses through the cuttings in the hills As dusk falls on the waterways you glide past moored up boats From curtained cabins happy sounds and merry laughter floats You find yourself a spot to moor and cast your rope ashore Tonight its food and beer and chat, tomorrow so much more Recorded on :
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