I’m just a man but I know that I’m damned
All the dead seem to know where I am
‘Till it began on the night of my birth
Will be done in a turn of the earth
Right where I lay let my bones turn to sand
I was born on a lake and I don’t wanna leave ya
Every eye on the coast every morn’ will remember
The sight of the ghost on the shore
Under the waves in the earth of an age
Lie a thousand old northerners’ graves
Deep in the night when the moon’s glowin’ bright
They come rising up into the night
Die if I must
Let my bones turn to dust
I’m the Lord of the lake and I don’t wanna leave ya
All who sail off the coast every morn' will remember
The tale of the ghost on the shore
I’m goin’ away for a long time
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