We watched him cry,
then tried to take the sand from his eyes.
With yellow kites,
as we raced around the rocks from the tide.
Just a dream,
where the river played out its last scene.
Just a dream,
with a little piece of us in between.
The shaggy dogs,
roiled the angry mob from the town.
You're on our land,
this sacred hallowed place for our clan.
Just a dream,
where the river played out its last scene.
Just a dream,
with a little piece of us in between.
You dared me cross,
to the no mans land to the west.
As your mother watched,
and we all know your mother knows best.
Just a dream,
where the river played out its last scene.
Just a dream,
with a little piece of us in between.
Has anyone seen the time?
The last dip before the tide,
claims the sand from our feet.
Don't leave without me.
Don't leave without me.
Just a dream,
where the river played out its last scene.
Just a dream,
with a little piece of us in between,
with a little piece of us in between,
with a little piece of you and me.
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