There is not in the wild world a valley so sweet
As the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart
Ere, the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart
Ere, the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart

Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
"twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still

"twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear;
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve
When we see them reflected from looks that we love
When we see them reflected from looks that we love

Sweet vale of avoca, how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best
Where the storm that we feel in this cold world should cease
And our hearts like thy waters, be mingled in peace
And our hearts like thy waters, be mingled in peace