paroles de chanson The Lake - Nolwenn Leroy

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all.
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody
Then a then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define
Nor love although the love were thine.
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody
Then a then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining
Whose solitary soul could make
And Eden of that him lake.
Of a wild lake, with black rock's around's you
And the tall pines that towered around.
No more love, no more pain
To, to define
And the mystic wind went by
Then ah then I would awake
And Eden of that him lake
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody
Then a then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody
Then a then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.