Esmee by the River Songtext
von Danny Schmidt

Esmee by the river, face like a blue jay
A kiss for a shiver was a pretty brave trade
Knowing too little, but hands know their own way
And hopin′ that the river might just purr a little more
Hopin' that the river might just purr some more

Now spend most the year and I still sometimes wonder
Did I step too far, or run too soon?
′Til you chased both our fears off with rose petal thunder
Lit up the river with a heart-size moon


Esmee by the river, her face like a rainbow
Butterflies growling, but what does the gut know?
Burnt, bent, and prowling for faces or footholds
I could see through your eyes like the stormpaint was gone
Could see through your eyes like the stormpaint was gone

I knew I was moved, there you stood so open
I saw I was drawn to peek inside
Was the glass so pure, the window broken
But the river reached up and it carried me on

Esmee by the river, face like a memory
Patient and pissed like a black man's song
I carved you a pole from rosewood and ebony
And threw it to the river to carry along


I hope when she brings it, all slinky and sly
That she'll slide on in it and taste of its verse
You ask will I write you, of course the reply′s
That rivers of honey, they sing "honey, of course."
Rivers of honey, they sing "honey, of course."
Rivers of honey, sing "honey..."