Alan Matley - The Lake lyrics

You said, don't come by, I do not feel like talking Not to you or anybody else You write their names with a trembling, ragged finger Upon the pane gla** blinded by the frost And the cold pulls you down It pulls you down Pulls you down, down, down When I found you, your face it was not moving Your eyes are ravaged, you're the land beneath a plague Wife and daughter caught weeping out on the water When the storm fell heavy on the lake And the waves pulled them down Pulled them down Pulled them down, down, down But my brother, don't let your lantern darken Don't be afraid for them For oh my friend, there is nothing on the other side We will grow old and plant for them a garden When the growing's done we'll plunge like a stone to join them in the tide