A daffodil is born and rises in the springnIt opens out its beauty to hear the cricket singnBut as quick as it does grow, it decays away too soonnBefore the summer sunshine has reached its golden noonnBefore the summer sunshine has reached its golden noonnnA stream, it does rise in the mountains so tallnIt swells into a river, as gently it does fallnIt meanders through valley, through city and through townnAnd to the boundless ocean this river, it is boundnAnd to the boundless ocean this river, it is boundnnOn the sea the winds do rage and the waves grow so highnWhite around their surface as they reach up to the skynBut soon the waves grow gentle, no longer do they roarnAs they make their lonesome passageway up to the pebble shorenAs they make their lonesome passageway up to the pebble shorennIf I were like a daffodil so fair upon the groundnOr like a winding river with its sweet and mellow soundnLike a wave up to the shore, like a river into the seanI'll lay down in my resting place, contented I will benI'll lay down in my resting place, contented I will be