On the banks of this gentle, noble Wye,
Where you and I did sit and dream,
Of days to come, and times to be,
And nights of dancing fleeting by,
To taste the things of youth and try,
When we were young love, you and I.
We did not fear age creeping by,
No thought gave we to growing old,
When in our youth both quick and free,
As we sat on the bank of Noble Wye,
So much in love, just you, and I,
Closer now as the years go by.
Old time, and youth, how fast they fly,
Just memories of those days remain,
An age it seems, since we sat in love,
Two as one, just you, and I,
Watching the river gliding by,
On the willowed banks of the Noble Wye.
We dreamed as the river ran swiftly by,
Of houses gardens, and children too,
We swore that we would never part,
And swore true love until we die,
And those eyes I hoped would never cry,
On the banks of the gentle Noble Wye.
The summer breeze singing in grasses dry,
The songs we knew so long ago,
And the dancing on the village green,
The cygnets call as they learn to fly,
Leather on Willow, and the fielders cry,
Echo down through the ages of the Noble Wye,
As we lay in windblown grasses high,
And recall those days when first we met,
Places we knew, still in memory clear,
And our life together, you and I,
Like the hurrying water passing by,
The banks of this gentle, Noble Wye.

Written by Gwyn Tilley