Reel Again Video (MV)

In the heart of the night, with the moon hanging low,
The banjos they weep, where the dark waters flow.
Violins cry like the wind through the pines,
Remembering days when the world was just fine.

Oh, the rivers we'd roam, under stars glowing bright,
But now they're just tombs under the dead of the night.
Bring back the laughter, the fish, and the sun,
Cleanse these dark waters, let the rivers run.

With a clap and a stomp, we'd dance on the shore,
Now it's just memories, can't do it no more.
The fish are all sick, the waters turned mean,
A reflection of us, should've kept them clean.

Haunting chants in the air, like ghosts of the swamp,
Echoing the tales of our once happy romp.
Gritty voices rise, in a gospel so bleak,
Praying for strength, and the redemption we seek.

Was a time when the catch was a feast for the kings,
Now it's just tales that the old banjo sings.
But hope's not all lost, we can turn this around,
Clean up our mess, bring life back to the ground.

Let's fix what we broke, with our hands and our hearts,
Heal these old waters, give 'em a new start.
Bring back the laughter, the fish, and the sun,
Cleanse these dark waters, let the rivers run.

So let's clap and let's chant, let's sing and implore,
Our children deserve to fish the rivers once more.
With eerie banjos and violins that mourn,
We'll fight for the day when the clean waters return.