The Rill From The Valley

From the little lake at the foot of the hill
It ripples downland the clear sparkling rill
Towards the ocean bound river many miles away
It's tongue never silent by night or by day
It has been flowing through the ages of time
And it has inspired music and story and rhyme
Long before the first bird had the gift of song
To the ocean bound river it has rippled along
How old it might be does remain as unknown
The rill from the valley has a voice of it's own
In the quiet countryside in the dead of the night
It's waters look silvery in the moonlight
To the far away river to the ocean shore
It has flowed forever and will forever more.