One morning fair
I took the air
One morning fair
I took the air
Down by the waterside
We won't go home
We won't go home
'Cause there's nothing left
For us to go back home to
Down blackwaterside
Down blackwaterside
When seas run dry
And when the sky is falling
When seas run dry
And when the sky is fallin down upon us
That's not the promise
You made to me
That's not the promise
That you made down by the waterside
Down blackwaterside
Down blackwaterside
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