“Sailing down my golden river,
\nsun and water all my own.
\nBut I was never alone.
\nSun and water, oh, life giver.
\nI’ll have them where ever I roam.
\nAnd I was not far from home.
\nSunlight gleaming on the water,
\nlife and death are all my own,
\nYet I was never alone.
\nLike to raise my sons and daughters,
\ngolden sparkles in the foam.
\nAnd I was not far from home.
\nSailing down this winding highway,
\ntravellers from near and far.
\nYet I was never alone.
\nExploring all the little byways,
\nsighting all the distant stars.
\nAnd I was not far from home.
\nSailing down my golden river,
\nsun and water all my own.
\nYet I was not far from home.”
\nPete Seeger<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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