When the moon glows 'cross the clouds 

     and

When its beams illuminate,

    'upon my word,

I feel her calling

It's the Lady of the Lake.

When the waves lap ever gentler

     on the rocky whitened shore

When the air sounds eerie silent, 

      her silk flashes as before. 

O, the lady

    wades in quiet

    in a world suffused with blue

Deep, and shallow, 

Rich and fallow, 

Frightened prayers heard o'er the mew.

When the moon exhales her last dream

    drumbeat fades, no owl larks. 

Only water hears the world sing

Only Daughter Nature walks. 

Peace and kind

The Lady wizens 

Eyes are bright, cool hands unclasp.

When the morn comes, 

and the lake smiles, 

She returns to sleep at last. 

    Also in thinking of the cool Lake, 2020, with the tune to Homeward Bound in mind