By Thurston-Mere, a lake so clear,
Where reeds and rushes grew,
A wanderer sat, and shed a tear,
As the skies changed from blue
To grey, and then to black, and then
The rain began to fall,
And he was left alone again,
To face the tempest's thrall.
Where reeds and rushes grew,
A wanderer sat, and shed a tear,
As the skies changed from blue
To grey, and then to black, and then
The rain began to fall,
And he was left alone again,
To face the tempest's thrall.