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
His 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