Niger River - Martha Wainwright

What, what would I do

If I can’t have you

If I can’t have you

What, what

If I can’t have you

Here, here I am

On this black river

Dotted in time

And the mangroves

They grow

Like our love

Stronger than the time spent

Down in the valley below

Take, take my hand

And push to the side

And come inside

And your hair it grows

Around your ears

Like a mysterious pose

That’s music

To my fears, that will follow the years

Down to the valley below

Why did you come in the night

You hardly like me

You like people strong and free

That’s not like me

I am caged in chains

Of my own sad nature

How do you changes so fast

Like my face in the looking glass

I hardly recognize it