The Lake - Bryan John Appleby

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 glass 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