It's So Different Here - Hollie Cook

Wanted me to write you a letter

Here it is, left downriver, on the boat

And if these things I feel around me

Could reach you, they never will

You’re much too remote

Women walk in the shade with water jars

It’s so different here, so hot, no phones, or cars

It’s so different here

Its afternoon, we fall asleep, the people mend their nets,

They’ll be on the boats at sunrise

Watch them at their lives, they teach me much, I could not tell you moot

until you’ve seen my eyes

Women walk in the shade, with water jars

It’s so different here, so hot, no phones, or cars

It’s so hot…

We never built a conclusion, of our affairs, ups and downs

And now my job has bought me here

River still flows slowly, when the land is low

The mind weeps on, but I’m too hot to shed a tear

Women walk in the shade with water jars

It’s so different here, so hot, no phones, or cars

Women walk in the shade with water jars

It’s so different here, so hot, no phones, or cars

It’s so different here

It’s so hot here