The Lake

The Lake by Jack A.S. Dunce Your placid face has been my muse We hark back to times olden Our long walks keep away the blues Your placid face has been my muse Your gold, blue and red orange hues All got my heart beholden Your placid face has been my muse We hark back to times olden --o-- You've been the keeper of my heart The rhythm to its beating That kept alive this tired old fart You've been the keeper of my heart As we burn through those late night tarte Our time shared is breath taking You've been the keeper of my heart The rhythm to its beating (c) pgmr 01/06/2024