“Where Go the Boats?”

“Where Go the Boats?”

~Robert Louis Stevenson


Dark brown is the river,

Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,

With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,

Castles of the foam,

Boats of mine a-boating-

Where will all come home?
On goes the river,

And out past the mill,

Away down the valley,

Away down the hill.
Away down the river,

A hundred miles or more,

Other little children

Shall bring my boats ashore.

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