The Lake Songtext
von Trip Shakespeare

Go, I know, I know that a
Northern goes
Close to the shore to lay up
Among the stones
Cold, he sees all the hissing
Leaves and maybe
Two, the pair, who meet there
When they please

Cold the hour, to lay on a crooked
Shore
But still she leaves to wait by
The water hole
Leans to see something below the
Green
The staring eye that sees, and
Knows of the man she leaves


Pike, why does she walk at
Night?
She waits up among the trees
Pike, where do you go at night?
I look through the whistling
Leaves
Old northern, is your eye so
Bright you can see a home
Breaking on the shore
Tonight?
I see those two, the pair, and I
Know of the man she leaves

Go, I know, I know that a
Northern goes
Close to the shore to lay up
Among the stones
Cold, he sees all the wily trees
And maybe
Two, the pair, who meet there
When they please