There’s so many rivers to crossBut I can’t seem to find my way overWandering, I’m lostAs I travel along the white cliffs of doverMany rivers to crossAnd it’s only my will that keeps me alive.I’ve been hurt, washed up for yearsBut I mearly survive because of my prideAnd this loneliness won’t leave me alone,It’s such a drag to be on your ownMy baby left, and she wouldn’t say why,Now all I do is cry...I’ve got many rivers to crossAnd it’s only my will that keeps me aliveI’ve got so many rivers to cross,Oh, so many rivers to cross...