O Lake of Loch and Lake of Lane
my soul is lifted from my frame 

and flies thus deep into the night 
of wake and wallow; weak and might

O Lake of Lane my soul does flee
to him 'tis sum and all of me

His hair, so soft upon his neck
His eyes, the blue above the deck  

I tear my soul away and cry
my heart, it stops and so I die

But lay me down beside the shores 
O Lake of Lane and Lake of Nore

My fire with him will always be 
though body dies and soul's set free

'Tis light I see above me now
and so I go but too I vow

to return each morn and so each night 
to see my love is well and right

Sweet gentle kisses to embrace
his beautiful soul and gracious face

I cannot wish that he comes too soon
How could I deny the world of you?

but lay a kiss of sweetest power
upon his fate each day and hour

to keep him safe from pain and storm
and pray he?ll come to me to mourn

when his fate does to me bring 
my love ...this love of life I sing

Empower me to release him now
that I can keep this holy vow

My love... my love I will adorn 
the skies of night and so the morn

with garlands that bare your name
and rejoice with the universe in our love?s fame

My love... My love I do trace 
my fingers along the edge of grace

knowing not... not what be more 
than this... a love we can't ignore

this love so marked by lake and lore
Our love... The Love of great Lake Nore