The Motherlode - The Staves

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 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