There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet
Oh the last rays of feeling and life must depart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart
Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green
Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill
Oh no twas something more exquisite still
Oh no twas something more exquisite still
Sweet vale of avoca how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best
Where the storms that we feel
In this cold world should cease
And our hearts like thy waters be mingled in peace
And our hearts like thy waters be mingled in peace
