Falling river
Balfe, Michael William
Faintly flow thou falling river,
Like a dream that dies away,
Down to ocean gliding ever
Keep thy calm unruffl'd way.
Time with such a silent motion
Floats along on winds of air,
To eternity's dark ocean
Burying all its treasures there.
Quick as clouds at evening driven
O'er the many colour'd west,
Years are bearing us to Heaven
Home of happiness and rest.