Song of the stream

Flow on! Happy stream

To the shining river;

We are as a dream

Thou wilt glide for ever;

Where the white stones gleam

And the pale leaves quiver,

Flow! Thou happy stream

To the shining river

Past the dewy mead,

By the drooping willow,

Hurry o'er thy bed

To the restless billow;

Where the seabirds ride

And the dark waves sorrow,

Swinging with the tide

May'st thou be tomorrow!

O'er the yellow sand,

O'er the smooth-faced pebble,

Forward to the strand,

With thy tireless ripple;

Ere the sunbeams fade,

Ere the cold winds shiver,

Hasten through the glade,

Hasten, hasten to the river.

Lonely is the wood,

Lonely is the hollow,

Spacious is the flood,

Thither we must follow;

Soon our lives are sped

Like the mountain heather,

Throng we to our bed

With the leaves that wither.

Flow on! happy stream

To the shining river;

We have dreamed our dream,

Thou wilt glide forever;

Where the white stones gleam,

And the pale leaves quiver,

Flow! thou happy stream,

Flow! flow! and reach the river.