Gently the river bore us beneath the morning sky singing singing singing it's reedy Quiet tune as we went floating by and all the afternoon in our small boat we lay Rocking rocking rocking under the willows grey when into bed that evening I climbed it seemed a boat was softly rocking rocking rocking me to sleep and I was still afloat I heard the grey leaves weep and whisper round my bed the river singing singing singing through my head