Sailing down my golden river, Sun and water all my own, Yet I was never alone. Sun and water, old life givers, I'll have them where e'er I roam, And I was not far from home. Sunlight glancing on the water, Life and death are all my own, Yet I was never alone. Life to raise my sons and daughters, Golden sparkles in the foam, And I was not far from home. Sailing down this winding highway, Travelers from near and far, Yet I was never alone. Exploring all the little by-ways, Sighting all the distant stars, And I was not far from home.
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