The Boy And The Loon
There's a loon, calling from the North,
Gliding ‘cross the lake, dark and deep,
On a summer night.
There's a boy, standing on the shore,
Listens to the call of the loon ‘cross the lake
On a summer night.
And the boy, in a loon-like voice,
Calls across the lake, dark and deep.
It's a magic night.
And the loon, hearing his reply,
Calls out to the boy on the shore 'cross the lake
On a summer night.
Bridge
By the shores of the lake something is happening.
See the loon and the boy becoming friends.
All around, not a sound can be heard ‘cept their calling.
Echoing through the skies.
Listen to their happy cries.
Time goes by. Summer turns to fall.
It's silent on the lake, dark and deep,
Every single night.
And the loon, now many miles away,
Will wait to see the boy on the shore ‘cross the lake
On those summer nights.