From the recording The North Country Streams
Lyrics
The rush of the North Country streamsIs enchantment to poets and dreamershome is the pride of the workingman It’s a pity that any should weepand be spurned by the true love they seekWe look back on the years, we cherish our friendsWe recall things we did as mere youthWe drink to our health as our beauty and wealth disappear The rush of the North Country streamsIs enchantment to poets and dreamershome is the pride of the workingman The calm of the clear mountain poolsIs contentment to all those who wanderA time of refreshing for the weary ones The flowers have now gone to seedThe poppy lends herself to our dreamingIt's so hard to go on when so many things have failedWe wallow in fear and regretWe keep to ourselves as the desires of our hearts slip away The rush of the North Country streamsIs enchantment to poets and dreamershome is the pride of the workingman