The Moonlit Lake: A Poem of the Wood

I sit here by the moonlit lake

Dreaming of the past

Wondering just how cruel is fate

That our love could never last

 

I wish I could go back in time

And tell you how I feel

And tell you that my tenderness

And love for you was real

 

I sit here by the moonlit lake

Beneath our willow tree

Wondering just how cruel is fate

That our love could never be

 

I wish I had you in my arms

To tell you to believe

That I would always be there

That I would never leave

 

I sit here by the moonlit lake

Thinking through the years

Wondering just how cruel is fate

That I had caused you tears

 

I wish that I could have you here

No price I would not pay

Just to have you by my side

If only for a day

 

So I sit here by the moonlit lake

Dreaming of the past 

Wondering just how cruel is fate

That our love could never last

 

— Cedric the Minstrel