We Love Cold Water As It Flows From The Fountain, Which Nature Hath Brewed Alone In The Mountain; In The Wild Woods And In The Rocky Dell, Where Man Hath Not Been But The Deer Loves To Dwell; And Away Across The Sea In Far Distant Lands, In Asia'S Gloomy Jungles And Africa'S Drifting Sands; Where To The Thirsty Traveller A Charming Spot Of Green Is By Far The Rarest Gem His Eyes Have Ever Seen; And When He Has Quenched His Thirst At The Cooling Spring, With Many Grateful Songs He Makes The Air To Ring; For Many Nights He Dreams Of This Scene Of Bliss, And When He Thinks Of Heaven It Is Of Such As This.