The song and the sigh went winding by,
    Went winding down;
Circling the foot of the mountain high,
    And the hillside brown.

They were hushed in the swamp of the Dead Man’s Crime,
    Where the curlews cried;
But they reached the river the self-same time,
    And there they died.

And the creek of life goes winding on,
    Wandering by;
And bears for ever, its course upon,
    A song and a sigh.