Down along the creek
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday
Low moon don the yellow road
I remember something
That leaving wasn’t easing
All that heaving in my vines
And as certain it is evening ‘at is now is not the time
Ooh
Toiling with your blood
I remember something
In B, unrationed kissing on a night second to last
Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
And oh, I know it felt right and I had you in my grasp
Oh, then how we gonna cry
Cause it once might not mean something
Love, a second glance it is not something that we’ll need
Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
But all I’m trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
And I’ll see you
Turn around, you’re my A-Team
Turn around now, you’re my A-Team
God damn, turn around now, you’re my A-Team
Exploring Memory and Vulnerability
“715 – CR∑∑KS” by Bon Iver is a haunting meditation on the fragility of memory and the ache of loss. The lyrics evoke a sense of place—down by the creek—where fleeting moments linger in the mind. The song’s narrator recalls intimate details: a heron’s flight, the tension of parting, and the physicality of touch. These fragmented memories reflect the difficulty of letting go, with nature imagery blending seamlessly into the emotional landscape. The repeated plea, “turn around, you’re my A-Team,” suggests longing for connection and the hope of reconciliation, even as the past slips further away.
Song Credits
Songwriters: Justin Vernon
Release Year: 2016
Label: Jagjaguwar