You'll find your long lost blue,
he’ll be waiting there in the tide,
waiting there for you.
His hair set ablaze
by the sun’s final golden rays
against the rusting trees
and their falling copper leaves.
The river of gold;
where your loved one
was was sold
to his country’s seas.
His country “tis of thee,
making it a sweet
land of liberty
for your children to see.
For them to have,
for them to hold
because of what you’ve lost
in that river of gold.