The Banks of the River Are Lined with Gold

See a blond haired boy He'd been playin' in the fields And his daddy lifts him up behind his steering wheel He says one day son This'll all be yours And the banks of the rivers are lined in gold And the sweet rows of pines Lost in your winter night Run baby, run baby far from home The banks of the river they are lined in gold Now you best believe he's grateful indeed For all the work that his mother be doing with a pick and her seeds She's liftin' the hay bales and she's turning the soil Where the banks of the rivers they are lined in gold And the sweet rows of pines Lost in your winter night Run baby, run baby far from home Where the banks of the rivers they are lined in gold It's a place to hide in the back of your mind It's as soft just like a hummingbird when she touches the sky And you've gotten nowhere, and you don't know just why You're a child of the river coming home tonight Sweet rows of pines Lost in your winter night Baby run baby, run baby a far from home Where the banks of the rivers they are lined in gold And you run baby, run baby far from home Where the banks of the rivers are lined in gold Where the banks of the rivers are lined in gold