The Song And The Sigh
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.