Listen to that waterfall. It ripples along that old stone wall. br A sound that can spell bind all those who hear. br It’s a noise that will never be associated with fear br That rippling sound conjures up mental views br Of deep forests, steep hills and worn walking shoes br Where did that water first come from d’you think? br From a cloud, and ocean, perhaps even a sink! br And as sun beats upon it, it turns into gas br Rises up in the sky, makes a cloud, that’s a fact br Those clouds are then blown all over the world br Until meeting a hill causes billows and swirls br The temperature falls so that gas becomes ice br It gets heavy and drops like fat grains of rice br And as they get closer to ground level, see br The ice becomes raindrops, that fall heavily br They’re soaked by the ground through which water’s cleaned br ‘Till it finds a rock layer within which it’s deemed br Water can’t pass, so it puddles on top br Forms underground lakes and streams for the crops br Eventually they flow out of hillsides as springs br Gathering momentum from slopes, which then rings br Out that tinkling, rippling sound br That a waterfall makes as it passes o’er ground.