The lady by the moonlit,
Lakeshore,
Sways like a van gogh iris,
With the midnight stars,

Her soul is sweet,
As her wavy golden hair,

The lake waves,
Sing hymns to her,
She is ethereally sweet,
As she sways in stillness,
In her carefree dress of love,

The lady by the moonlit,
Lakeshore,
Is a hymn and candle,
with the evenings,
sublime lake waves,

It flows with the moonlight,
through the evening winds,
long starry hair,
With her love sweetly there
Reynaldo Casison