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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
	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

	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
	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