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 so soon 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 to country through city and through town And in the boundless ocean the river it is drowned
On the seas the winds do rage and the waves grow so high As they turn into white horses leaping towards the sky But soon the waves grow gentle no longer do they roar 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 gentle river with its sweet and mellow sound Like a wave up to the shore like a river into the sea I'd lay down in my resting place contented I would beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
