Butterflies around her eyes – fairies fly
Passing by passing by
Friendly voices from the trees – birds in the sky
Passing by passing by

Down by the riverside, down by the boats
Passing by passing by
Dying fish on the hooks, and the bloody knife
fisherman smiles, the fisherman smiles

You’re crying, you’re crying

Sad absentminded, she walks her way
Passing by passing by
Where have the fairies gone, no butterflies
Passing by passing by

She walks her way, she’s walking home, she walks alone
day has gone by, this day has gone by
Down by the riverside, down by the boats
She never passed by, never passed by

You’re crying, you’re crying