• Dark brown as the river
    Golden as the sand it
    Flows along forever with trees
    On either hands

    Green leaves a- floating
    Castles of the foam
    Boats of mine a boating
    Where will all come home

    On goes the river and out past the mills
    Away from the valley away
    From the hill away from the
    River a hundred miles
    Or more other little children
    Shall bring my boats ashore!