Song Lyrics

[This is the 1827 version of The Lake by Edgar Allen Poe]

In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the less;
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound.
And the tall trees that tower'd around.
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot-- as upon all,
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody,
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright--
But a tremulous delight,
And a feeling undefin'd,
Springing from a darken'd mind.
Death was in that poison'd wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining;
Whose wild'ring though could even make
An Eden of that dim lake.

Nick Van De Wall, Armando Perez, Nadir Khayat, Enrique Iglesias, Bilal Hajji, Dj Buddha, Adam Baptiste, Alex Papaconstantinou, Bjorn Djupstrom

The duration of The Lake is 5:22 minutes and seconds.