Under the Lake
I'll go down by the lake
Where all the white horses go
And among the dancing waves
I will throw my land
All the promises broken long time ago
All the territories nobody knows
If you come by the lake
Where the white wood has grown
Tell the white mountain king
I lie with ghosts
While their shadows are drifting
And willows and pines
You'll hear my voice calling
Under the lake
Autor(es): Simon Caby,Poppy
