A spring up on a hillside,
Then a sassy little rill
That sparkled in the sunlight
And went bubbling down the hill

It wandered through a farmer's field
And went right past his door
And laughing like, it glided on
Down to the valley floor

Where it glistened in the sunlight
And in the pale moon's beam
And meandered down the valley
To find a sister stream

And so they join each other
There on the valley floor
And go downward ever downward
To join with many more

And so these little rivlets
Unite to form a brook
Where anglers will content themselves
With a pole and line and hook

It glides across the meadow
And scurries around each bend
And ripples down a gentle slope
Unto the valley's end

Where it will leave the valley
And rush down a rocky glade
A brawling little brooklet
To form a big casscade

It will just keep a brawling
And rushing downward go
Till it hit another valley
A mile or more below

Then onward, ever onward
It will rush along until
It forms a mighty river
As it merges with each rill

Yes, onward toward the ocean
This river it will flow
To join with many smaller streams
To widen and to grow

It will wander through the mountains
And go into a town
It will visit our cities
As it keeps on flowing down

Yes, it keeps on rolling downward
Across this mighty nation
Till it merges with the ocean
It's final destination