Down From The Mountains A Gay Little Stream,
Leaping Along, Leaping Along,
Sang A Sweet Tune To The Sun’s Merry Beam,
Leaping Along, Along.

Murmuring Stream, Murmuring Stream,
Flow To The Rolling Sea ;
Murmuring Stream, Murmuring Stream,
Singing Of Purity.

Cooling The Grass In The Long Summer Hours,
Smiling Along, Smiling Along ;
Giving A Drink To The Birds And The Flowers,
Smiling Along, Along.

Wider And Wider As Onward You Flow,
Rippling Along, Rippling Along ;
Carry A Blessing Wherever You Go,
Rippling Along, Along.

Bright Little Streamlets We Children May Be,
Singing Along, Singing Along,
Loving And Helpful, Pure-Hearted And Free,
Singing Along, Along.