Tune: “The Moon Over the West River”
Does the lakeside spring scene the same remain?
Three years have passed now that I come again.
Across the surface of the lake the east wind blows my boat,
The willow branches wreath by wreath
Caress my face and coat.
I’m used to life both high and low,
My heart’s at ease where’er I go.
Water looks like the sky below Bower Cold-Light,
It’s ruffled only by the waterbirds in flight.