Young Rivers

Stay home, feel the Sun
Breathe on everyone
Told ya, there's more to come

Cold wind from the coast
Creeping like a ghost
Be still, you talk more than most

Sundown across the blue
Colors passing through
You make a fool of the view

Willows block the light
One chance to get it right
Sweetheart, you gorgeous sight

Take my hand, my rosy love
Come down from those skies above
Show your grace behind your face
Now there's nothing I won't give for your sweet embrace

Young rivers
Cold fingers
My ardent blood runs warm
This glory
Our story
Will rise above the storm
Young rivers
Cold fingers
My ardent blood runs warm
This glory
Our story
Will rise above the storm

Take my hand, my rosy love
Come down from those skies above
Show your grace behind your face
Now there's nothing I won't give for your sweet embrace
Now there's nothing I won't give for your sweet embrace
Now there's nothing I won't give for your sweet embrace