Where did I go, how did i come to reach this place?
If only I'd learned to let them hold me
There's a beggar with gold, said he made a village built with clay
Before it all got washed away
Down by the river where the river is so cold
And the older women come to play
Steady my heart cos the patter of your soul
Is spoken in the rhythm of yesterday
Where did I go, how did I come to reach this place?
If only I'd let the beggar show me
To the valley of gold where once stood the village built with clay
Before it all got washed away