And the pine trees murmur their soothing sighs,
Still bearing that song along.
Yes, carry me back to the lake’s white shores
With its deer and its lily pad.
Where the loon calls out into the moonbeams bright
Through the mist on the waters sad.
Let me hear the elk’s far cry
As it sweeps through the forest deep,
Where the silence hangs as over the dead
At rest in eternal sleep.