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.