Sailing down my golden river
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
-Pete Seeger
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