P.S. The violin is beautiful.
P.P.S. Today is going to be the most magical Frank Turner Friday EVER because I'm going to see him play live tonight. That's right. Be jealous. I'm already geared up with war paint.
Rad? I think so.
"Rivers" by Frank Turner
Our history runs down our rivers
Down our rivers to the sea
Reminds us of the things that matter
Home and hearth and history
All our sins will be forgiven
Washed away to set us free
By the rivers that run through our homesteads
By myth and modal melody
I trace these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me what I already know
I trace the shorelines through a thousand estuaries
To remind me an island is my home
An island is my home
I traveled far across this country
Nourthumberland to Southern Downs
I wandered up the rolling Humber
And down the Thames to London town
Countless lives were lived and lingered
In the Cotswolds and the Fells
And left a tapestry called England
Of life and those who lived it well
I trace these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me what I already know
I trace the shorelines through a thousand estuaries
To remind me an island is my home
An island is my home
Around here the sky's a little closer
A little closer to the ground
It's hard for someone to get lost here
Harder still to get found
Though I've seen a thousand rivers
From the Mississippi to the Rhine
The only place I'd lay my hat down
Is by an English riverside
I trace these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me what I already know
I trace the shorelines through a thousand estuaries
To remind me an island is my home
An island is my home
Place your trust into the sea
It's kept us safe for centuries
It shapes our shore and steadily
It's care has brought us calm
When I die I hope to be
Buried out in English seas
So all that then remains of me
Will lap against these shores
'Til England is no more
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