The Motherlode

Counting the winters
 Numb to the cold
 Searching the valley
 For secrets untold
 The mountains are children
 To someone so old
 A king without kingdom or throne
 Digging the mud and the stone
 
 All men have left here
 But you have remained
 At the banks of the river
 Forever the same
 Though no water flows here
 The memory stays
 As long as it stays you are here
 Heartbroken year after year
 
 People running away
 Running like strangers
 Day after day
 Leave him alone
 Golden river running from her home
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 The sun was an altar
 Before which he knelt
 And raised up the dagger
 That hung from his belt
 He cursed his delusion
 And the sadness he felt
 Weeping at what he'd become
 Just a fool in the gold of the sun
 
 People running away
 Running like strangers
 Day after day
 Leave him alone
 Golden river running from her home
 
 Golden river running from her home
 Golden river running from her home
 Golden river running from her home