On the lake th e deep forbidden lake the old boats go gliding b y
and the leav es are falling from the trees and landing on the log s and I
see the turtles heading for the bog and falling o ff the log.
They make the water s plash and feeling no backlash
they climb the happy banks.
On the boat s the old and creaky boats the shoreline goes gliding by.
And the wind there was a dying breeze is making the banner s fly.
See the colors floating in the sky the pride of the cap tain 's eye
as he glid es his slender craft inside a nd opens up the door .
On the coas t the long and tempting coast the cards on the table lie
and a speech so eloquent in reach was made by a passer by
passing by the way between her e and lef t behi nd.
And it rip ples through the crowds who run and ca st their doubts
in the deep forbidden lake.
Yes it ec hoes through the crowds who run and cas t their doubts
in the deep forbidden lake.