Down by the banks of the Guadalupe On a summer's evening and a haloed moon Wide-eyed as nightowls, naked as a dream We washed our love in the rippling waters of a rambling stream. We slept like time itself under diamond skies Far from the bright lights and the city's lies Our love arose like a morning dream And it was washed in the rippling waters of a rambling stream. Well the mountain dreams of a blanket of snow And the wild wind dreams of directions it might blow But the river's dream is a dream of love And a dream of sweet reflections from above. Down by the banks of the river of change We watched the river running from the wishes of the mountain range And the stars and the wildwood played the season's theme And it was washed in the rippling waters of a rambling stream. Down by the banks of the Guadalupe On a summer's evening and a haloed moon Wide-eyed as nightowls, naked as a dream We washed our love in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.