I will take you up the river
So it could drain your worries.
I will tell you stories
Until a wistful shiver
Runs down your back.
And in our shack
On a starry August night
I’ll kiss your lips.
And we’ll turn off the lights,
And listen to the horns of ships
That float upon the ocean.
I will give you a bewitching potion
So you could fall asleep;
And you’ll be sleeping deep,
So when you wake up before the dawn
You realize your worries —
Just like my magic stories —
Flew away, as if they were swans.
My dear, I will make sure
That if you’re bothered by a thing
And feel very insecure,
My stories peace will bring
To you; your heart and soul.
I will take you for a stroll
From our shack into the world;
And my stories’ magic
Will light a fire in your spirit
And take away your worries.
And then, well, maybe you will feel it —
Will feel the power of this song;
You’ll realize just why I came along;
Why Destiny decided to put us both through this…