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.