Wave up to the shore

A daffodil is born and rises in the spring
It opens out its beauty to hear the cricket sing
But as quick as it does grow, it decays away too soon
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon

A stream, it does rise in the mountains so tall
It swells into a river, as gently it does fall
It meanders through valley, through city and through town
And to the boundless ocean this river, it is bound
And to the boundless ocean this river, it is bound

On the sea the winds do rage and the waves grow so high
White around their surface as they reach up to the sky
But soon the waves grow gentle, no longer do they roar
As they make their lonesome passageway up to the pebble shore
As they make their lonesome passageway up to the pebble shore

If I were like a daffodil so fair upon the ground
Or like a winding river with its sweet and mellow sound
Like a wave up to the shore, like a river into the sea
I'll lay down in my resting place, contented I will be
I'll lay down in my resting place, contented I will be