I look across the lake and under the wake
I see reflections of our youthful days
We used to play from noon till under the moon
Reflections of two youthful strays

But all our dreams were not as they seemed
under the world's watchful gaze
Take my hand and we're off to the land
The land of our ancestors' days

My mind is full and now to fill my soul
I time my path to your unsure steps
Trust in me and I'll see you free
Free you of your sorrow's depths