Dark brown is the river, <br />Golden is the sand. <br />It flows along for ever, <br />With trees on either hand. <br /> <br />Green leaves a-floating, <br />Castles of the foam, <br />Boats of mine a-boating - <br />Where will all come home? <br /> <br />On goes the river <br />And out past the mill, <br />Away down the valley, <br />Away down the hill. <br /> <br />Away down the river, <br />A hundred miles or more, <br />Other little children <br />Shall bring my boats ashore.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-go-the-boats/
