Mist on the Lake
John Hackett, Nick Fletcher
Getting out of the city
To where my soul can be free
We will walk by the lakeside
Waiting for you and me
All my life, I have searched for the way to a promised land
So hold on, hold on and take my hand
By the lakes and the mountains
Where the trees grow so high
In the joy of this moment
We'll leave all our cares behind.
When the noise of the city
And your life gets you down
We can walk by the lakeside
A symphony's all around
There were times
When you said that our life was no wonderland
So hold on, hold on and take my hand.
