there's a singing waterfall in the mountains faraway. that's where I long to be, at the close of everyday. That's where my sweetheart's sleeping, down beneath the clay. I often sit and wonder, why the Lord took her away.
CHORUS: We'd meet there every evening, when the sun was sinkin low. And, we'd listen to the waters, as they rippled soft and low. And, since she's gone to heaven, I miss her most of all. Tonight my darlin's sleepin, by the singing waterfall.
Last night, as I lay dreaming, I heard my darlin' call. And, then I went to meet her, by the singin' waterfall. She took me in the arms, just like she used to do. And then I heard her whisper well beyond the blue.