Some have roots and want to stay
Others wings that have to fly
It matters not the time of year
Nor if they hold their lovers near
Some swear the valley is their home
Some on the mountains need to roam
But in this narrow place in time
I watch the lakeside swans go by
Into what they might have seen
The stirring of forgotten dreams
I cannot break his deep sound sleep
This gentle calm that runs so deep
Some swear the valley is their home
Some on the mountains need to roam
But in this narrow place in time
I watch the lakeside swans go by
Some they'll say they tried to help
Some left before the snows did melt
But poor is he who cannot choose
Between the lies and the honest truth
Some swear the valley is their home
Some on the mountains need to roam
But in this narrow place in time
I watch the lakeside swans go by
Just before the break of day
Forgotten words they've longed to say
An honest heart it knows no bounds
Like the lakeside waters sweetest sounds
Some swear the valley is their home
Some on the mountains need to roam
But in this narrow place in time
I watch the lakeside swans go by
Some swear the valley is their home
Some on the mountains need to roam
But in this narrow place in time
I watch the lakeside swans go by