Wave Up To The Shore

A daffodil is born and rises in the spring

It opens out its beauty to hear the cricket sing

But as quick as it does grow, it decays away too soon

Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon

Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon

A stream, it does rise in the mountains so tall

It swells into a river, as gently it does fall

It meanders through valley, through city and through town

And to the boundless ocean this river, it is bound

And to the boundless ocean this river, it is bound

On the sea the winds do rage and the waves grow so high

White around their surface as they reach up to the sky

But soon the waves grow gentle, no longer do they roar

As they make their lonesome passageway up to the pebble shore

As they make their lonesome passageway up to the pebble shore

If I were like a daffodil so fair upon the ground

Or like a winding river with its sweet and mellow sound

Like a wave up to the shore, like a river into the sea

I'll lay down in my resting place, contented I will be

I'll lay down in my resting place, contented I will be