Gentle River

Gentle River.
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Gentle river, gente river.
Tell us whither do you glide.
Through the green and sunny’ mendows.
With your sweet and murinuring tiče.

You for many miles must wander,
Many lovely prospects see.
Gentle river, gentle river.
Oh. how happy you must be.

Gentle river, gentle river.
Do you hear a word we say?
I am sure you ought to love us,
For we come here every day.

Gentle river, gentle river.
Tho’ you stop not to reply.
Yet you seem to smile upon us
As you quickly pass us by.