Antony and the Johnsons - The lake

^BbIn youth's spring, ^Gmit was my lot ^{F Eb Bb}To haunt of the wid^Gme earth a spot ^{F Eb Bb}To which I could no^Gmt love the less ^{F Eb Bb}So lovely was the l^Gmoneliness ^{F Eb}

^BbOf a wild lake, wit^Gmh black rock bound ^{F Eb Bb}And the tall trees ^Gmthat towered around ^{F Eb}

But when the night had thrown her p^Cmall Upon that sp^Dmot as upon al^Ebl And the wind would pass me ^Cmby In its st^Ebilly melo^D7dy

My infant spirit would awa^Ebke To the ter^Fror of the lone l^Gmake My infant spirit would aw^Ebake To the ter^Fror of the lone l^Bbake

^BbYet that ter^Gmror was not fright But a tr^Femulous delight ^{Eb Bb}And a feeling un^Gmdefined Springing f^From a darkened mind ^Eb

^BbDeath was in that poisoned wave ^Gm And in its gulf, a fitting g^Frave ^{Eb Bb} For him who t^Gmhence could solace bring To his d^Fark imagining ^Eb

Whose w^Bbildering thought could even m^Gmake An Eden of that dim l^Fake ^Eb

But when the night had thrown her p^Cmall Upon that sp^Dmot as upon al^Ebl And the wind would pass me ^Cmby In its st^Ebilly melod^D7y

My infant spirit would a^Ebwake To the te^Frror of the lone l^Gmake My infant spirit would a^Ebwake To the te^Frror of the lone l^Gmake My infant spirit would aw^Ebake To the ter^Fror of the l^Bbake ^Gm

Springing from a darkened m^Find So l^Ebovely was the l^Bboneliness In youth's s^Gmpring, it was my lot In its st^Filly melo^Ebdy

An Eden of that dim l^Bbake ^Gm An Eden of that dim l^Fake ^Eb Lone, lone, lonel^Bby Lone, lone, lonel^Gmy Lone, lone, lonel^Fy ^Eb