Many rivers to cross But I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost, As I travel along The white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross And it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, And I merely survive, Because of my pride. And this loneliness won't leave me alone, It's such a drag to be on your own, My woman left and she didn't say why. Well I guess I have to try. Many rivers to cross But just where to begin, I'm playing for time, There have been times I find myself Thinking of committing some dreadful crime. Yes I have got many rivers to cross But I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost As I travel along