A daffodil is born
and rises in the spring
It opens out its beauty
to hear the crickets sing
But as quick as it does grow,
it decays away so soon
Before the summer sunshine
has reached its golden noon
Before the summer sunshine
has reached its golden noon
This dream, it does rise
From the mountains so tall
It swells into a river
And gently it does fall
It meanders through valley,
through city and through town
But in the boundless ocean,
this river it is drowned
Ah, in the boundless ocean,
this river it is drowned
On the sea the winds do rage
And the waves grow so high
Whitening the 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 pebbled shore
As they make their lonesome passageway
up to the pebbled shore
If I was like the daffodil,
so fair upon the ground
Or like the winding river,
with its sweet and mellow sound
like a wave up to the shore
like a river into the sea
I would lay down in
my resting place
contented there to be
I'd lay down in my resting place
And contented I would be