
At the shore of Shady Lake, where the wind goes to sleep
Drive glide beneath the lily pads and the tall orange reeds
Now the horn bells calling through red leaves
Who comes rising up from the deep?
Two swans with their feathers whiter than snow
Wind their necks in a love knot as gently they flow
Hear the soft whispers low, hear the sweet voices low
Who comes rising up from the cove?
See the blue turtles swim from the green mossy shore
Down, down they are diving, down they soar
See the yellow snake coiled in the leaves
Who comes rising? Who do you see?