A golden cloud wandered in Waycross Georgia,
It wandered lonely in the sunset skies.
And I was there and I was told;
Soon it will rain a drop of gold.

And the cloud it wandered high,
Above Tiger mountain and Miller's cave...
And I was there and I was told;
Soon it will rain a drop of gold.

And such, such was life in Waycross Georgia,
Such was it when soon we were wet,
A honeydew we all drank and ate:
And I was one of the children told;
We all must taste our drop of gold.

~ Bongiswa Khayelihle Gamedze