TIS THE RIVER WILD...........

FROM THE LOFTY HEIGHTS FLOWS THE RIVER WILD,
GLISSADING DOWN THE SLOPE LIKE THE SERPENT'S SLIDE.
OH! THE WIDE BANKS AND THE SWIFT GLIDE
TIS THE RIVER WILD, TIS THE RIVER WILD...

THE GLITTERING WAVES, THE GLASSY WATER,
THE GLITZY EXPANSE, THE ROCKS AND CRATER.
THE THUMP AT DAWN AND THE THUNDER AT DUSK,
THE ROARING MONSOONS AND THE WINTER HUSK.

THE DROUGHTY SUMMERS AND THE AUTUMN MILD.
TIS THE RIVER WILD, TIS THE RIVER WILD...

I WISH I COULD CUT THROUGH THE RIVER WILD.
I WISH I COULD EXPLORE AND TAME ITS TIDE.
I WISH I COULD CHARGE THOUGH ITS CHOPPY GREEN HIDE.
I WISH I COULD FATHOM THAT ENTHUSIASM OF THE CHILD.
TIS THE RIVER WILD, TIS THE RIVER WILD...