Lined in Gold

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
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

Emotional Americana / folk-country foot tapping