| Lyrics: | On the lake, the deep forbidden lake,
The old boats go gliding by,
And the leaves are
falling from the trees
And landing on the logs and I.
See the turtles heading for
the bog
And falling off the log.
They make the water splash,
And feeling no
backlash,
They climb the happy banks.
On the boats, the old and creaky
boats,
The shoreline goes gliding by,
And the wind, there was a dying breeze,
Is
making the banners fly.
See the colors, floating in the sky,
The pride of the
captain's eye,
As he glides
Ais slender craft inside
And opens up the
door.
On the coast, the long and tempting coast,
The cards on the table
lie,
And a speech, so eloquent in reach,
Was made by a passerby,
Passing by the way
between
Here and left behind.
And it ripples through the crowds
Who run and
cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden lake.
Yes, it echoes through the crowds
Who
run and cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden lake |
