The Rivers Edge

Songtekst

[Verse 1] Down by the river in Pandy, where the good pints flow, The Rivers Edge is the place all the hungry folk go. There’s a plate piled high enough to block the view, And the gravy’s so good it deserves its own review. The chips arrive golden, the pie’s got a crown, One bite and your good intentions all sit down. The landlord says, “Room for one more?” We say, “Aye!” Then the pudding comes round and we order it twice. [Chorus] At the Rivers Edge, where the river bends, The plates are enormous and the laughter never ends. Raise a fork, raise a glass, let the whole room sing, In Pandy, even Monday feels like Saturday evening! [Verse 2] Rob Eaton rolls in with a confident grin, Has lost his own coat while he’s wearing it in. He asks for directions to the seat where he sat, Then blames the confusing design of the mat. But he’s first with a joke and he’s last to go home, And he’ll share you his chips if you leave him alone— Well, not all of them, mind; there’s a limit to grace, Especially when Rob’s got the last one in place. [Chorus] At the Rivers Edge, where the river bends, The plates are enormous and the laughter never ends. Raise a fork, raise a glass, let the whole room sing, In Pandy, even Monday feels like Saturday evening! [Verse 3] Then Bryn tells a tale of a yacht in the bay, And a summit he climbed before lunchtime today. He’s a daring explorer, a pilot, a spy— Though his bus pass says “local” and his boots stay dry. He once saved a duke from a perilous moat, Or perhaps helped a swan that got stuck by a boat. We nod like it’s true, with our pies held aloft: Bryn’s stories get taller; the servings stay soft. [Bridge] Rob says, “I knew that!” and Bryn says, “I was there!” The whole room is chuckling; there’s gravy everywhere. The river keeps rolling, the candles burn low, And nobody’s asking how the tall tales all go. [Final Chorus] At the Rivers Edge, where the river bends, The plates are enormous and the laughter never ends. Rob’s found his jacket; Bryn’s captain again, And the pudding’s so lovely we order it then! Raise a fork, raise a glass, let the whole room sing, In Pandy, even Monday feels like Saturday evening! [Outro] By the river in Pandy, we’ll be back before long— For a plate, one more story, and one more chorus song!