By the Lake
Julie Elaine Claytor
By the lake, there's a rock
And it lets me lie on top
Warm from the sun
And cooled by the wind
And the water, it sings to me
And by the lake, there are trees
And they let me sit beneath
Warm from the sun
And cooled by the wind
And the trees, they sing to me
And by the lake, there's a lawn
And it lets me kneel upon
Warm from the sun
And cooled by the wind
And the grass, yeah, it sings to me
And in the house, there's a bed
And it lets me rest my head
Warm from a man
With hardened hands
And he lets me sing to him
