ALDER CREEK
Will I ever forget you, O beautiful stream?
Wherever I wander sometimes I shall dream,
A dream of cool waters that rippled and played
Or lay still and restful in vistas of shade;
A dream of old alder trees towering above,
Green branches with sunshine and shade interwove,
And lily-white ducks, as they fed from my hand,
And children, who played at my feet in the sand,
And leaves, that went floating away with the tide,
As the days of our years oh so noiselessly glide!
Will they bear me from thee, is it only a dream,
This life with its changes, O beautiful stream?
Wherever I wander sometimes I shall dream,
A dream of cool waters that rippled and played
Or lay still and restful in vistas of shade;
A dream of old alder trees towering above,
Green branches with sunshine and shade interwove,
And lily-white ducks, as they fed from my hand,
And children, who played at my feet in the sand,
And leaves, that went floating away with the tide,
As the days of our years oh so noiselessly glide!
Will they bear me from thee, is it only a dream,
This life with its changes, O beautiful stream?