Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps The whistle of a boat Calls and cries unendingly Like some lost child In tears and trouble Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes
Desolate and loneAll night long on the lakeWhere fog trails and mist creepsThe whistle of a boatCalls and cries unendinglyLike some lost childIn tears and troubleHunting the harbor's breastAnd the harbor's eyes