Come along to the riverside, sit down now I just want to hear somebody else whine If you've got tomorrow, I've got a blade We can dig a hole into an old book Then keep our secrets there I know of another place beneath some overgrown vine I can cut them back and help you down There I'll listen to every song you know I will clap when you are through The maybe then I will kiss you Oh and maybe then I will kiss you I've been waiting for a long time to get these stories out Tell me yours and I will tell you mine Spin them sideways, over ground Tie a rope around my shoulder Tend to aching in the morning And tend to aching in the morning Come along to the riverside, lay down now We can hold or not say all at all We'll jump out the crow's nest, heave ashore Wave the mighty skull and crossbones Up that hill and back down Up that hill and back down And then up that hill and back down So come along to the riverside...