~ Dark Brown is the River ~

Dark brown is the river, golden is the sand
It flows along forever, with trees on either hand
Green leaves a-floating, castles on the foam
Boats of mine go boating,
When they'll all come home

On down the river, on past the hill
Way down the valley, way past the mill
On down the river, a hundred miles or more
Other little children
Will bring my boats ashore.