Take me back to the river. Take me back to the war
To where he became, all alone
Take me back me to the river, take me to the night
Lingering traces of blood on his face and he lost another fight

And through the hatred and the spite he spoke of freedom
And it was burning deep inside but that was long ago

Take me back to the river. Take me back to the war
To where he became nobody’s hero, in someone else’s war
Everyday another day, people just can’t imaging
I’ve been there before, don’t let it happen again

And through the hatred and the spite he spoke of freedom
And it was burning deep inside so long ago
And through the hatred and the spite he spoke of freedom
But that was long ago. Come on and take it away

And through the hatred and the spite he spoke of freedom
And it was burning deep inside so long ago
And through the hatred and the spite he spoke of freedom
But that was long ago

So take me back to the river. Take me back to the war
To where he became all alone
Take me to the river. Take me to the river, again.