Grown Ungrown
Freshwater fishing at Round Howe
Bashing their heads in, what now?
We'll start drinking and won't stop until you do
Habitual sleeping until noon
Hot Northern summer passed way too soon
Lazy river, row boat marooned.
Lakeside communion is coming
I'm drinking your blood
I'm eating your body
I welcome the flood
Oh c'mon
But down in the valley, I'm here with you
Our naked, pink bodies like the grass and the dew
Learning the meaning of friendship renewed
Stalked by the knowledge you'll be leaving soon
But freshwater fishing and freshwater swimming will do
Writer/s: Oliver Catt, Eleanor Rudge
