I frequently return,
To the lake where memories lie.
And I pick them up, one after another,
They remind me of our time…
When the sun was up and birds did sing,
And we were to walk about.
We were dearly entwined, the strength of a feeling,
Had nothing to care about.
The frozen lake, in wintertime,
Keeps the warmth, keeps the heat inside !
It bears souvenirs and memories of past times,
Deep, deep within, inside.
I frequently return,
To the place we used to lie.
I close my eyes, picture two lovers,
They remind me of our time…
When the sun was up and brightly shining,
And we did idle about.
Our lives still innocently shimmering,
Had nothing to care about.
To the lake where memories lie.
And I pick them up, one after another,
They remind me of our time…
When the sun was up and birds did sing,
And we were to walk about.
We were dearly entwined, the strength of a feeling,
Had nothing to care about.
The frozen lake, in wintertime,
Keeps the warmth, keeps the heat inside !
It bears souvenirs and memories of past times,
Deep, deep within, inside.
I frequently return,
To the place we used to lie.
I close my eyes, picture two lovers,
They remind me of our time…
When the sun was up and brightly shining,
And we did idle about.
Our lives still innocently shimmering,
Had nothing to care about.
December, 25th 1999.
©1999 Matt Oehler
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