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.