Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand. <\/p>\n
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating–
Where will all come home? <\/p>\n
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill. <\/p>\n
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore. <\/p>\n