The Little Creek Goes Winding

The little creek goes winding

Thro' gums of white and blue,

A silver arm

Around the Farm

It flings, a lover true.

And softly where the rushes lean

It sings (o sweet and low)

A lover's song

And winds along,

How happy - lovers know.

The little creek goes singing

By maidenhair and moss;

Along its banks

In rosy ranks

The wild flowers wave and toss.

And ever where the ferns dip down

It sings (o sweet and low)

A lover's song

And winds along,

How happy lovers know.

The little creek takes colour,

From summer skies above;

Now blue, now gold,

Its waters fold

The clouds in closest love;

But loudly when the thunders roll

It sings (nor sweet, nor low)

No lover's song, But sweeps along,

How angry — lovers know!

The little creek for ever

Goes winding, winding down;

Away, away

By night and day,

Where dark the ranges frown.

But ever as it glides, it sings,

It sings (o sweet and low)

A lover's song

And winds along,

How happy lovers know.