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 D7 G Gm 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. D7 G Gm 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, D7 G Gm passing by the way between here and left behind. D A And it ripples through the crowds who run and cast their doubts D D D7 G Gm 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.