First Line: Down from the mountains a gay little stream,

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.

2 Cooling the grass in the long summer hours,
Smiling along, smiling along ;
Giving a drink to the birds and the flowers,
Smiling along, along.

3 Wider and wider as onward you flow,
Rippling along, rippling along ;
Carry a blessing wherever you go,
Rippling along, along.

4 Bright little streamlets we children may be,
Singing along, singing along,
Loving and helpful, pure-hearted and free,
Singing along, along.