The creek went down with a broken song,'Neath the sheoaks high;The waters carried the song along,And the oaks a sigh.
The song and the sigh went winding by,Went winding down;Circling the foot of the mountain high,And the hillside brown.
They were hushed in the swamp of the Dead Man's Crime,Where the curlews cried;But they reached the river the self-same time,And there they died.
And the creek of life goes winding on,Wandering by;And bears for ever,its course upon,A song and a sigh.
