Glide in peace together;
Nature laughs as we pass by
In the summer weather.
I am young and brave and strong;
She is fair and tender;
To her, as we glide along,
Vows of love I render.
Down the stream alone I go
All alone and weeping;
Now has come the wind and snow
Where my love is sleeping.
Mindless of the winter cold,
Down the stream I 'm sailing;
She is dead and I am old,
And the wind is wailing.
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