Lined in Gold

See a blond-haired boy

Playing out in the fields

And his daddy lifts him up behind the steering wheel

Says, “One day, son, this’ll all be yours”

Where the banks of the river are lined in gold

And the sweet rows of pines

Disappear in winter nights

Moonlight carving dreams into his young mind

Run, baby, run, there’s a world to roam

From the banks of the river you call your home

Where the banks of the river are lined in gold

Every broken promise, every dream you’re sold

Sweet rows of pines in the cold night air

Run, baby, run — but they’ll still be there

Now you best believe he’s grateful indeed

For all the work his mama does with her hands in the seed

She’s lifting hay bales, turning the soil

Planting hope where the earth’s been spoiled

By the banks of the river lined in gold

It’s a place to hide in the back of your mind

Soft as a hummingbird touching the sky

And you’ve gotten nowhere, don’t know just why

You’re a child of the river coming home tonight

Where the banks of the river are lined in gold

Every lost direction, every truth you’re told

Sweet rows of pines in the winter cold

Run, baby, run — but you’re never alone

So run, baby, run, run far from home

Run till the road turns into stone

When the night gets heavy and the world feels old

Come back to the river lined in gold

Yeah, the banks of the river… lined in gold