Gently the river bore us
Beneath the morning sky,
 Singing, singing, singing
 Its reedy, quiet tune
As we went floating by;
 And all the afternoon
In our small boat we lay
 Rocking, rocking, rocking
Under the willows grey.
 When into bed that evening
I climbed, it seemed a boat
 Was softly, rocking, rocking,
 Rocking me to sleep,
And I was still afloat.
 I heard the grey leaves weep
And whisper round my bed,
 The river singing, singing,
Singing through my head.
 - James Reeves
Source: A Junior Anthol