Roger Quilter - Where Go the Boats?

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