Over The Garden Wall - Over The Garden Wall

At night, when the lake, is a mirror And the moon rides the waves to the shore A single soul sets his voice singing Content to be slightly forlorn A song rises over the lilies Sweeps high to clear over the reeds And over the bulrushes swaying To pluck at a pair of heartstrings. Two voices now they are singing Then ten as the melody soars Round the shimmering pond all are joining in song As it carries their reverie on Over the treetops and mountains Over the blackened ravines Then softly it falls to a house near a stream And over the garden wall To thee