Neil Young - Deep Forbidden Lake Lyrics
On the lake, the deep forbidden lake,The old boats go gliding by,And the leaves are falling from the treesAnd landing on the logs and iSee the turtles heading for the bogAnd 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 captains eye,As he glidesHis slender craft insideAnd 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 betweenHere and left behind.And it ripples through the crowdsWho run and cast their doubtsIn the deep forbidden lake.Yes, it echoes through the crowdsWho run and cast their doubtsIn the deep forbidden lake.