Row, Row, Row Your Boat (aka The Old Log Hut)
Composer(s): R. Sinclair - Eliphalet Oram Lyte



Down by the river, the old log hut stands
Where Mamma and Daddy once dwelt
And the old oak latch that was worn by the hands
And the church where in prayer they knelt

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
For all that is past is over, you know
And the future is but a dream

Time and its rapid remorseless plan
Has furrowed our brows with care
And the icy touch of its withered hand
Has slivered our locks of hair

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
For all that is past is over, you know
And the future is but a dream

Our children have grown and have children of their own
I hear their voices echo still
And the old rocking horse sits quiet on the porch
As we listen to the wishful whippoorwill

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
For all that is past is over, you know
And the future is but a dream

Tall grass is growing over the master's grave
But the river keeps rolling on
And the birds and the bees from the blossoms and the trees
Keep singing this same old song

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
For all that is past is over, you know
And the future is but a dream

For all that is past is over, you know
And the future is but a dream