“The River” by Bruce Springsteen

“The River” by Bruce Springsteen modified by Nicholas Cox

I come from down in Harlow
Where, mister, when you’re young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in The Moorhen
When she was over eighteen
We walk along the towpath
Down to where the fields were green
We’d go down to the river
And into the river we’d dive
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Harlow council act like they don’t remember
Hertford acts like it don’t care
But I remember us trying to stop the crossing
Now those memories come back to haunt me
They haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true
Or is it something worse
That sends me down to the river
Though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
The Harlow bypass and I
Oh, down to the river we ride-ide
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

With sincere apologies to “The Boss”!

One thought on ““The River” by Bruce Springsteen

  1. Great idea, have we a singer? Might have one who could record if needed. Also, we did write alternative words to our composers’ “Where the Stort River Flows” we could put that out there as well.

    Was something like … “Now Harlow is in danger, as is plain to see So rise up and fight the builders with me, To stop the Eastern Crossing, across our Valley so green, To save the otter, the bats and the voles So they can stay in Harlow, where the Stort River flows,

    They’re building a road in our Valley so green, Cutting the trees and the woods with man and machine, On our borders the battle has begun So that the fat rats from London can live on the hill, While Harlow is filled with traffic and fumes, The water from Gilston will kill The life in the Valley Where the Stort River flows ” Best wishes Edward

    On Sun, 13 Feb 2022, 18:36 Friends of Latton Island, wrote:

    > julievontaylor posted: ” “The River” by Bruce Springsteen modified by > Nicholas Cox I come from down in HarlowWhere, mister, when you’re youngThey > bring you up to do like your daddy doneMe and Mary we met in The > MoorhenWhen she was over eighteenWe walk along the towpathDown to” >

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