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.