From high atop the mountain
A silver stream starts to flow
Growing as it moves on its way
Fed by the newly melted snow

Drop by drop it will move along
Gathering momentum as it goes
This cold clear mountain stream
Continues its journey as it grows

Down across the lea it will wind
To fall in a deep gorge far below
There to join with another stream
Wider and deeper it will then grow

Onward it will go rumbling along
Aimlessly finding a way to the sea
Bringing water to the fertile fields
That provides food to you and me