Tribe
2007
by Luka Bloom
Underneath the oak tree
Underneath the sky
I listen to the newborn lambs cry
Cry out for nipple
Soon be out to grass
Everything is changing
Too soon, too fast
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
This is what we do
Standing at a corner of a Dublin street
Stare into a sea of busy little feet
Going about our business
Rush, push, shove
Hoping in our lifetimes
We'll find and be in love
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
I am a river passing through
This is what we do
We're all passing through
Passing through...