i went down to the dead lake
shore to see what i could see
along the breeze came, away
my cap went, my head it was set free
(chorus)
and i hear a far away tune
come drifting through the gray
it clears a path before my
feet, it makes my fingers play
(chorus)
(Chorus:) come on, come
on, soot and storm
i know the sun will break your arm
till then my lady and my Lord will keep me warm
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