Some Love to Drink.Some love to drink from the foamy brink,Where the wine-drop’s dance they see,But the water bright, in its silver light,And a crystal cup for me.Chorus.—Oh, water! bright water!Pure, precious, free!Yes, ’tis water bright in its silver light,And a crystal cup for me.Oh, a goodly thing is the cooling spring,’Mong the rocks where the moss doth grow,There’s health in the tide and there’s music beside,In the brooklet’s bounding flow.Oh, water, bright water, &c.As pure as heaven is the water given,’Tis forever fresh and new;Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high,In the shower and the gentle dew.Oh, water, bright water, &c.Let them say ’tis weak, yet its strength I’ll seek,For the worn rock owns its sway;And we’re borne swift along by its wing so strong,When it riseth to fly away.Oh, water, bright water, &c.There is strength in the glee of the mighty sea,When the loud stormy wind doth blow;And a fearful sight is the cataract’s might,As it leaps to the depths below.Oh, water, bright water, &c.
Some love to drink from the foamy brink,Where the wine-drop’s dance they see,But the water bright, in its silver light,And a crystal cup for me.Chorus.—Oh, water! bright water!Pure, precious, free!Yes, ’tis water bright in its silver light,And a crystal cup for me.Oh, a goodly thing is the cooling spring,’Mong the rocks where the moss doth grow,There’s health in the tide and there’s music beside,In the brooklet’s bounding flow.Oh, water, bright water, &c.As pure as heaven is the water given,’Tis forever fresh and new;Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high,In the shower and the gentle dew.Oh, water, bright water, &c.Let them say ’tis weak, yet its strength I’ll seek,For the worn rock owns its sway;And we’re borne swift along by its wing so strong,When it riseth to fly away.Oh, water, bright water, &c.There is strength in the glee of the mighty sea,When the loud stormy wind doth blow;And a fearful sight is the cataract’s might,As it leaps to the depths below.Oh, water, bright water, &c.
Some love to drink from the foamy brink,Where the wine-drop’s dance they see,But the water bright, in its silver light,And a crystal cup for me.Chorus.—Oh, water! bright water!Pure, precious, free!Yes, ’tis water bright in its silver light,And a crystal cup for me.Oh, a goodly thing is the cooling spring,’Mong the rocks where the moss doth grow,There’s health in the tide and there’s music beside,In the brooklet’s bounding flow.Oh, water, bright water, &c.As pure as heaven is the water given,’Tis forever fresh and new;Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high,In the shower and the gentle dew.Oh, water, bright water, &c.Let them say ’tis weak, yet its strength I’ll seek,For the worn rock owns its sway;And we’re borne swift along by its wing so strong,When it riseth to fly away.Oh, water, bright water, &c.There is strength in the glee of the mighty sea,When the loud stormy wind doth blow;And a fearful sight is the cataract’s might,As it leaps to the depths below.Oh, water, bright water, &c.
Some love to drink from the foamy brink,Where the wine-drop’s dance they see,But the water bright, in its silver light,And a crystal cup for me.
Some love to drink from the foamy brink,
Where the wine-drop’s dance they see,
But the water bright, in its silver light,
And a crystal cup for me.
Chorus.—Oh, water! bright water!Pure, precious, free!Yes, ’tis water bright in its silver light,And a crystal cup for me.
Chorus.—Oh, water! bright water!
Pure, precious, free!
Yes, ’tis water bright in its silver light,
And a crystal cup for me.
Oh, a goodly thing is the cooling spring,’Mong the rocks where the moss doth grow,There’s health in the tide and there’s music beside,In the brooklet’s bounding flow.
Oh, a goodly thing is the cooling spring,
’Mong the rocks where the moss doth grow,
There’s health in the tide and there’s music beside,
In the brooklet’s bounding flow.
Oh, water, bright water, &c.
Oh, water, bright water, &c.
As pure as heaven is the water given,’Tis forever fresh and new;Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high,In the shower and the gentle dew.
As pure as heaven is the water given,
’Tis forever fresh and new;
Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high,
In the shower and the gentle dew.
Oh, water, bright water, &c.
Oh, water, bright water, &c.
Let them say ’tis weak, yet its strength I’ll seek,For the worn rock owns its sway;And we’re borne swift along by its wing so strong,When it riseth to fly away.
Let them say ’tis weak, yet its strength I’ll seek,
For the worn rock owns its sway;
And we’re borne swift along by its wing so strong,
When it riseth to fly away.
Oh, water, bright water, &c.
Oh, water, bright water, &c.
There is strength in the glee of the mighty sea,When the loud stormy wind doth blow;And a fearful sight is the cataract’s might,As it leaps to the depths below.
There is strength in the glee of the mighty sea,
When the loud stormy wind doth blow;
And a fearful sight is the cataract’s might,
As it leaps to the depths below.
Oh, water, bright water, &c.
Oh, water, bright water, &c.