A daffodil is born and rises in the spring It opens out its beauty to hear the cricket sing But as quick as it does grow, it decays away too soon Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon A stream, it does rise in the mountains so tall It swells into a river, as gently it does fall It meanders through valley, through city and through town And to the boundless ocean this river, it is bound And to the boundless ocean this river, it is bound On the sea the winds do rage and the waves grow so high White around their surface as they reach up to the sky But soon the waves grow gentle, no longer do they roar As they make their lonesome pa**ageway up to the pebble shore As they make their lonesome pa**ageway up to the pebble shore If I were like a daffodil so fair upon the ground Or like a winding river with its sweet and mellow sound Like a wave up to the shore, like a river into the sea I'll lay down in my resting place, contented I will be I'll lay down in my resting place, contented I will be