The brook, it babbles on its way,
Through mossy banks and pebbles bright,
It sings a sweet and happy lay,
With morning's soft and gentle light.
Through mossy banks and pebbles bright,
It sings a sweet and happy lay,
With morning's soft and gentle light.
Its waters clear, a mirror true,
Reflect the skies of azure hue,
And onward, ever fresh and new,
It flows as life itself doth do.
Reflect the skies of azure hue,
And onward, ever fresh and new,
It flows as life itself doth do.