To A Stream

Flow on gently crystal stream Through the fields serene and green Down the valleys calm and still From your birthplace by the hill. Ceaselessly each night and day Your water flows it's sea going way Like a strange everlasting lay Are the sounds that you portray. On your green banks brightly glowing Golden buttercups are blowing In the warm summer breeze That sweep gently o'er the leas. Flow on through woods where the stately pine Stand so graceful and sublime Where the goldfinch sing in glee Midst the leafy alder tree. Into you little rills flow And you darken and move slow And into a river grow As nearer to the sea you go. Flow on through the open plain On through fields of ripening grain Flow on blissfully and free Towards your destiny the sea.