Along the Lake’s wet pebbly shore,
Oft have I lonely sought,
My dear ones who have from me gone-
And whom I can find not.
Searching o’re the misty hills
And the little, mocking rills.

They left, no reason could I see
For them hastening so;
I woke and found myself alone-
Thus searching I must go.
Searching o’re the misty hills
And the little, mocking rills.

Some say they went across the sea,
But I cannot see why;
Some say they went to fight and died-
But I say they all lie.
Searching o’re the misty hills
And the little, mocking rills.

Five long years my quest has taken
And years more shall it take;
I will look for them forever-
Along the dusky lake.
Searching o’re the misty hills
And the little, mocking rills.