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