Swoon, did all of your powers swoon,
did winter arrive too soon?
Dawn, behold the silver dawn
could it be that your power’s gone?
I waited many nights for you to come to me,
Lady of the Lake.
Trees shed all their fallow leaves,
bare branches brush the breeze.
I talk, of summer days I talk,
leaves rustle as I walk.
I waited all the year for you to come to me,
My lady of the Lake.
Don’t sleep, upon these waters deep,
leave them, your dream they’ll keep.
Wake, come out of your ancient lake,
let me your hand to take.
I waited many lives for you to come to me,
my Lady of the Lake.
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