In my mind I see Annie and Bert wondering free
Over the hills but in sight of the sea
No map between them just music their guide
And the moon on dark water, like a road they could ride
I see them at night playing songs in some bar
Walking back under heaven lit by the stars
Asleep as if wrapped in the comfort of psalms
To wake in the morning in each other's arms
One day they wrote a new page in their lives
Carried on wings I've seen birds as they die
Swooping down from the cliffs buck the turn of the tide
And he sang him the song she called "Blackwaterside"
In unfettered freedom life coursed through their veins
A promise exchanged for a kiss in the rain
To return a sweet favour if she would decide
To teach him the song, she called "Blackwaterside"
So she sang it again and he took his guitar
And he sat by the rocks and he worked a long hour
Til he fitted the tune she'd agreed to provide
To the words of the song, she called "Blackwaterside"
And when it was finished and fashioned and true
Becoming the bond of this oneness of two
For the words and the tune, you can not divide
They're both parts of the song they called "Blackwaterside"
For the story it told would be much like their own
Except for deception of which there was none
No promises broken no tears to be dried
Annie and Bert's song "Blackwaterside"
She asked him to play it to her again
For fear it might fade like a kiss in the rain
And the notes from his strings they did ripple and glide
They sparkled like moonlight on "Blackwaterside"