Down by the banks of the Guadalupe 

On a summer's evening and a haloed moon 

Wide-eyed as nightowls, naked as a dream 

We washed our love in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.



We slept like time itself under diamond skies 

Far from the bright lights and the city's lies 

Our love arose like a morning dream 

And it was washed in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.



Well the mountain dreams of a blanket of snow 

And the wild wind dreams of directions it might blow 

But the river's dream is a dream of love 

And a dream of sweet reflections from above.



Down by the banks of the river of change 

We watched the river running from the wishes of the mountain range

And the stars and the wildwood played the season's theme 

And it was washed in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.



Down by the banks of the Guadalupe 

On a summer's evening and a haloed moon 

Wide-eyed as nightowls, naked as a dream 

We washed our love in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.