The flowing of yonder stream
Makes me begin to daydream.
Little waterfalls so swift
And my mind begins to drift.

Water so fresh and so cold
Nearby Beech tree standing bold.
Beside the stream I daydream
Whom could with me sit by stream?

Evening does too soon come
And soon sets that golden sun,
On a day so carelessly
Dreaming dreams so happily.

Lost in thought by yonder stream
I see rays of golden gleam.
Whom could with me sit and dream
Lost in thought by yonder stream?*

Тадеус