11 acessos
D A
On the lake, the deep forbidden lake, the old boats go gliding by,
G D
and the leaves are falling from the trees and landing on the logs and I
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see the turtles heading for the bog and falling off the log.
D A
They make the water splash, and feeling no backlash,
D
they climb the happy banks.
D A
On the boats, the old and creaky boats, the shoreline goes gliding by.
G D
And the wind, there was a dying breeze, is making the banners fly.
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See the colors, floating in the sky, the pride of the captain's eye,
D A D
as he glides his slender craft inside and opens up the door.
D A
On the coast, the long and tempting coast, the cards on the table lie,
G D
and a speech, so eloquent in reach, was made by a passerby,
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passing by the way between here and left behind.
D A
And it ripples through the crowds who run and cast their doubts
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in the deep forbidden lake.
D A
Yes, it echoes through the crowds who run and cast their doubts
D
in the deep forbidden lake.