Perhaps thes are the lyrics you are looking for. A song sung by my father and other men
who worked the lumber camps in Nova Scotia and New Brunswick in the late thirties and
early forties. I have never found it anywhere in type. My Father would sing many of these
old ballads when he came home to entertains the family in the evenings.

Where The Water Lilies Grow
sometimes entitled By A Brook-side

It was summer I remember
And the Days were long and warm
And the Blackbirds and the Robins
Came to cheer me with their songs.
It reminds me of a parting
Of a parting long ago
By a brook-side, shady brook-side
Where the water lilies grow.

We were comrades three in number
But the dearest one to me
Was my little blue eyed sister
And her heart was young and free
We were playing beneath the willow
with it's branches bending low
By a brook-side, shady brook-side
Where the water lilies grow.

Good-bye sister good-bye brother
it's so sad to part with you
Good-bye Father dearest Mother
I must bid you sad adieu
We will never roam together
As we did so long ago
By a brook-side, shady brook-side
Where the water lilies grow.

Transcribed from memory
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