At Georgia river, ??a plain state Of lonesome serenity,
Epitome of ??a tranquil soul,
Green lawn trimmed and mowed,
Were else would the waters pour from above,
At Georgia river, couples long for its sensitive feel,
Blokes knelt with their ring and maidens blush wit joy,
Fate sealed and stamped on the sands of time,
At Georgia river, clannish whites fraternize with colored men,
Charmed by its awesome serenity, they all threw caution to the wind.
Ancestors uphold its warmness, and descendants, ??a chip off the old block.