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