Lightly they bend to the dripping oar,
Around them the blue, blue waters pour
And above them the blue, blue sky.
Around them the blue, blue waters pour
And above them the blue, blue sky.
The tremulous sunbeams quiver and dance,
Then pause as if held in a magic trance.
What care we for aught beside,
As o'er the beautiful lake we glide?
Do we sigh for a glimpse of sunny France,
Could Switzerland's snow-capped mountains stern
Or Italy's breeze our joy enhance?
Let the German sing of his castled Rhine,
And the Scot of his hills of heath,
When my own blue heavens above me shine,
And the blue, blue waters beneath.
Then pause as if held in a magic trance.
What care we for aught beside,
As o'er the beautiful lake we glide?
Do we sigh for a glimpse of sunny France,
Could Switzerland's snow-capped mountains stern
Or Italy's breeze our joy enhance?
Let the German sing of his castled Rhine,
And the Scot of his hills of heath,
When my own blue heavens above me shine,
And the blue, blue waters beneath.
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