Follow Me, Follow Me
Follow me down the river
Where the upturned faces are bright and gold
Where the sun bathes your face with unique praise
Up on that hill
The others walk away and turn there heads.
They are only in shame.
They file away as you stay there
Down the river
Up on the hill
Where the sun bathes your bright, gold face with unqiue praise.
Where the upturned faces are bright and gold
Where the sun bathes your face with unique praise
Up on that hill
The others walk away and turn there heads.
They are only in shame.
They file away as you stay there
Down the river
Up on the hill
Where the sun bathes your bright, gold face with unqiue praise.