Lakeside Delay

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