The Old Rill

On towards the big river from the foot of the hill
It winds on it's way the silver tongued rill
It has been the inspiration of the writers of song, story and rhyme
And it will keep on flowing through the annals of time
It's tongue never silent by night or by day
As it babbles on towards the big waterway
Of it's age in milleniums there is not one who know
To the big river to the ocean it forever will flow
When swollen by rain it's tongue turns brown
And it's babble grows louder as it hurries down
From the steep foothills through the flat country it flows with a will
By night or by day it's tongue is never still
So many people to life have come and have gone
But the rill from the high country keeps babbling on.