Lakeside Delay
Nevoar
All green yards Upon the hill We made yarns of golden will All green yards Upon the hill We made yarns of golden will All the stars we around We feel All the trees we found A spell The wave moves To reach the sand Walk the shore To find the land Then all turn around A wheel Make we feel that all Is real Can we sing the same old spell? Making gold From all we feel! Can we sing the same old spell? Making gold From deep in hell We made love And found ourselves We are sure We are feeling real