Lyrics:
I can hear them o'er the meadows,
The old church-bells achime,
O'er the twilight misty meadows,
In the sweet spring-time;
Across the stream we float,
In the old, old ferry-boat,
And talk of all the days to come,
In the sweet spring-time.
chorus:
Row! Row! under the stars,
Flow, stream, by the sandy bars!
Row! Row! from shore to shore,
Love will last, love will last,
Love will last forevermore.
We are drifting down the stream,
by the darkening willow shore,
In a happy golden dream,
And my lover rows no more;
He lets the old boat glide,
He is sitting at my side,
And saying that his heart is mine
For ever, evermore.
But 'tis long and long ago,
And he is here no more;
I do but sit and dream
Beside the quiet shore;
The old boat still floats on,
As in the years agone,
And thy words are in my heart,
My love, for ever, evermore.