DARK BROWN IS THE RIVER
(words by Robert Louis Stevenson; tune of Stenka Razin)
Dark brown is the river, and golden is the sand;
Green leaves a-floating, castles of the foam,
Away goes the river, away past the mill,
Away down the river, a hundred miles or more,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
It flows along forever with trees on either hand,
It flows along forever with trees on either hand.
Boats of mine a-boating, oh, when will all come home?
Boats of mine a-boating, oh, when will all come home?
Away down the valley, away past the hill,
Away down the valley, away past the hill.
Other little children will bring my boats a-shore,
Other little children will bring my boats a-shore.