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
Heart broken 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 reaching out
And raised up the dagger, that hung from his belt
He cursed his disillusion 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.