The Ferryman Songtext
von Pete Townshend

The river is always flowing
Relentlessly toward the coastal tides
It travels down to the great oceans
While most of us simply watch from the waterside

The water becomes Siddhartha′s teacher
Sometimes powerful and stern
Sometimes gentle and forgiving
It never changes in direction
As it carries even mountains down to the sea

I'll take you over
I don′t want your money
Just hang on tight
Until we reach the other world


Kings and beggars
They all cling to my ankle
The foam blows white
And the currents roar

God fill this gutter
That breaks my shoulder
Smash me to pieces
And wash me to mud
Grind me to dust
And set me to smoulder
Please let me dissolve
In the awesome flood

The river's always flowing
But I'm free now from its race
I′ll be swept down to the ocean
And now you will take my place