By a summer lake, on a haunted day,
They watched their love just drift away;

Neath a cloudy sky, with a bursting heart,
The whole doomed thing just fell apart

In a sheltered cove,
In a better time,
They’d known the taste
Of love and wine

In a miracle
Of community,
That melted with
Impunity

By a summer lake, on a lonely day,
The war was lost with one last fray —

And though love be free, neath the cloudy skies,
The learned it always, always claims
A price