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

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