More Info Was fresh and bright and early I went towards the river
But nothing still has altered just the seasons ring a change
There stood this old timer for all the world's first poacher
His mind upon his tackle and these words upon his mind:
Bring me fish with eyes of jewels and mirrors on their bodies
Bring them strong and bring them bigger than a newborn child
Well I've no use for riches and I've no use for power
And I've no use for a broken heart I'll let this world go by
