The little creek goes winding
Thro' gums of white and blue,
A silver arm
Around the Farm
It flings, a lover true.
And softly where the rushes lean
It sings (o sweet and low)
A lover's song
And winds along,
How happy - lovers know.

The little creek goes singing
By maidenhair and moss;
Along its banks
In rosy ranks
The wild flowers wave and toss.
And ever where the ferns dip down
It sings (o sweet and low)
A lover's song
And winds along,
How happy lovers know.

 ... 

The little creek for ever
Goes winding, winding down;
Away, away
By night and day,
Where dark the ranges frown.
But ever as it glides, it sings,
It sings (o sweet and low)
A lover's song
And winds along,
How happy lovers know.