Paper Boats (Paul OíBrien)

 

You paint pictures of the river

And talk about her like she was a friend

You paint pictures of the river

The velvet sky and mirror bends

Youíre looking for the riverhead

Searching for the source

Iíve been standing still

Where the riverís run its course

 

Fold up your hopes

Cast them off

Let them float

Fold me up your hopes

Into a loverís

Paper boat

 

The trees along the bank they rustle

As Iím stooping by the weir

The trees along the bank they rustle

They all whisper youíve been here

How ripples from its bow they stretch reflecting

On the side thatís near

Some try to reach the bank beyond

Before they disappear

 

Fold up your hopes

Cast them off

Let them float

Fold me up your hopes

Into a loverís

Paper boat

 

Ambushed by a storm of leaves you turn

And face into the wind

Ambushed by a storm of leaves you turn

And embrace your river friend

Your standing at the riverhead

Youíre looking at the source

Iím still standing at the weir

Where the riverís changing course

 

Fold up your hopes

Cast them off

Let them float

Fold me up your hopes

Into a loverís

Paper boat