The Creek Went Down With A Broken Song, 'Neath The Sheoaks High; The Waters Carried The Song Along, And The Oaks A Sigh. The Song And The Sigh Went Winding By, Went Winding Down; Circling The Foot Of The Mountain High, And The Hillside Brown. They Were Hushed In The Swamp Of The Dead Man'S Crime, Where The Curlews Cried; But They Reached The River The Self-Same Time, And There They Died. And The Creek Of Life Goes Winding On, Wandering By; And Bears For Ever, Its Course Upon, A Song And A Sigh.