In this stream happy I roll along
You can hear the music to my song
A song of freedom and open roads
Merrily I roll I carry no loads
Over the rocks I trickle and stream
Like the words to a blessed dream
The sun is shining up there so bright
The moon is there in the darkest night
I am water sweet in it's purest form
Or maybe the rain from a passing storm
The deer the birds all come to take a sip
As over the rocks I slide and slip
Im happy as my path I faithfully follow
Fields meadows and woodsy hollows
I water the ground as over it I pass
Until I return to the clouds at last
WRITTEN BY: MARTHA GETTLE
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