I found her springs near Climperwell,
Flow sweet River Frome,
And then at Nettleton as well,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
Walked her path to Caudle Green,
Flow sweet River Frome,
Through valley, hill and wood serene,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
Trod across Miserden’s watershed,
Flow sweet river flow,
Where waters fall both east and west,
Sweet rivers flow softly.
Eastwards on to Thames and London,
Flow sweet river flow,
Westwards on to River Severn,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
Castle ruins on our way,
Flow sweet River Frome,
Saw sights of all our yesterdays,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
Springs, brooks and streams they all come gushing,
Flow sweet River Frome,
The river banks now full and rushing,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
More hillside waters tumble down,
Flow sweet River Frome,
To speed the Frome to old Stroud town,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
Mill ponds, sluice gates, weirs and wheels,
Flow sweet River Frome,
Try to bring the Frome to heel,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
On though lowlands see her glide,
Flow sweet River Frome,
Till she reaches Severn’s tide,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
On to seascape’s sky-storm clouds,
Flow sweet River Frome,
Atlantic waves come crashing down,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
She started as a spring-fed child,
Flow sweet River Frome,
Now merges with the ocean wild,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
The south west wind then brings the rain,
Flow sweet River Frome,
To fill her infant springs again,
Sweet Frome flow softly.
