The rivers run and none shall know
How long their waters yet may flow
We read the record of the past
While time withholds the future cast
Yet in their flowing to the sea
The rivers fill their destiny
And to the measure of their lays
Run on and on through endless days
And in the rise
The light and glow
Of grand old rivers in their flow
From distant hills through dales and lea
The fair passaic seeks the sea
The fair passaic seeks the sea
And overhead in arch of stone
There flows a tide so slow and prone
To will of men whose genius planned
A waterway that runs through land
Until its slow and lazy tide
O’erflows its banks on either side
And vaste expanse of wasteland fills
With ooze of water at its wilt
And in the rise
The light and glow
Of grand old rivers in their flow
From distant hills through dales and lea
The fair passaic seeks the sea
The fair passaic seeks the sea