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you remember Walter playing cricket in the thunder and the rain?
Do you remember Walter smoking cigarettes behind your garden gate?
Yes, Walter was my
was my mate,
But Walter, my old friend, where are you now?

Walter's name.
Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed?
Do you
was my mate,
But Walter, my old friend, where are you now?

Walter's name.
Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed?
Do you
was my mate,
But Walter, my old friend, where are you now?

Walter's name.
Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed?
Do you
nostrils. 
On the way down he passed hundreds of trout of different sizes. 
Trout are freshwater fish and have under water weapons. 
Trout are very
From the East to the West
To the shit that I'm in
To the way its going
The way its moving
And I'm moving all the obstacles
To get it right
"Please, please, I've lost my way
The current is too strong
In the name of love, kind sir I pray, 
In the name of love"

So I took her by the hand,
out in California
That's where I long to be
Because my trouble and worry
Has really came down on me

Sometime I wanna be in L'ousiana
Down by the Gulf
among these lovers, who were listed in the obituary
By the way, which was what made I
Interesting, there were three whom she went so far as to marry
By Walter Egan

Witness the way in which I swallowed your line
So easily convinced the very first time
It was my finest hour it was my pride
A sudden
the barefoot gossoons at their play

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
the barefoot gossoons at their play

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
By Walter Egan

Don't tread on me,
My heart's not stone,
You'll never take my dreams away.
So sure so wild I was,
'So what' you say,
What good are
By Walter Egan


Going home many years since I've been gone
On my way dreamed a scene of yesterday
Days when we lived at home

Memories once these
Suffer
Arrogance
Reasserts itself
Vigilance
Obstacles enhanced by way of impotence
Shed thine
Vociferous
The subtle complex
My most
Words and music by Walter Becker and Donald Fagen

I spent my life twenty years in the basin
My only friend was a man of much more
He lied with power
thought I knew what it was all about
Cruising in the river
Like a silver trout
Swimming in the ocean
Respected by the sharks
Overnight the ocean turned
the moon rise over Claddagh

And see the sun go down on Galway Bay
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay
the sun go down on Galway Bay, 

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, 
The women in the meadows making hay; 
And to sit beside a turf fire
bring!
Some will take her by the reins
And ride the suffering

On a carousel through my yesterdays
Doubt sees the obstacles
Faith sees the way

All
how ta speak Spanish 
But my connect trying to teach me ta speak Spanish
And u a monitor in the hallway 
I'm all day on the grind wit a 4-way
the barefoot gossoons at their play

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
the sun go down on galway bay 

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout-stream 
The women in the meadows making hay 
For to sit beside at her fire in