As a boy I roamed the woods
And I often lay down by the spring,
And I would put my right arm under my head
I could hear the water softly ringing:
A soft murmur passed from branch to branch
And a sleepy scent came.
Thus I often spent whole nights,
Gently lulled by the voice of the waves.
As a boy I roamed the woods
And I often lay down by the spring,
And I would put my right arm under my head
I could hear the water softly ringing:
A soft murmur passed from branch to branch
And a sleepy scent came.
Thus I often spent whole nights,
Gently lulled by the voice of the waves.