The Lake
The oldest willow tree
Swayed beside me in the breeze
Beside the lake of Okanagan
And I walked a hidden path
Near a narrow, crooked creek
And the pebbles, they slept silently beneath my feet
You're a kid and you have no clue
Take for granted what is real and true
Well I can't believe it's been so long
Since I've seen that place
And now it's just a dream
I held my first guitar
Sang a line and wrote a bar
Beside the lake of Okanagan
Friends around me in the grass
The days went by oh, so fast
I can't believe that place
Just didn't last
You're a kid and you have no clue
Of the people that help you make it through
Well I can't believe it's been so long
Since I've seen your face
And now you're just a dream
Oh why is something lost when it's gone?
Why can't things just stay the same?
I can't get my head around the love
All the love and all the pain
Well at least, for now,
It's just a dream
And a dream's not forgotten
Oooh
The oldest willow tree
Stood alone there, in the breeze
Swaying and dangling its long green hair of tender leaves
And I stepped foot in the sand
On this forgotten Holy land
There in my dream of Lake Okanagan
Swayed beside me in the breeze
Beside the lake of Okanagan
And I walked a hidden path
Near a narrow, crooked creek
And the pebbles, they slept silently beneath my feet
You're a kid and you have no clue
Take for granted what is real and true
Well I can't believe it's been so long
Since I've seen that place
And now it's just a dream
I held my first guitar
Sang a line and wrote a bar
Beside the lake of Okanagan
Friends around me in the grass
The days went by oh, so fast
I can't believe that place
Just didn't last
You're a kid and you have no clue
Of the people that help you make it through
Well I can't believe it's been so long
Since I've seen your face
And now you're just a dream
Oh why is something lost when it's gone?
Why can't things just stay the same?
I can't get my head around the love
All the love and all the pain
Well at least, for now,
It's just a dream
And a dream's not forgotten
Oooh
The oldest willow tree
Stood alone there, in the breeze
Swaying and dangling its long green hair of tender leaves
And I stepped foot in the sand
On this forgotten Holy land
There in my dream of Lake Okanagan
Credits
Writer(s): Dean Lauderdale
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