lady of the lake where are you?
hear my desperate plea
I've searched the world both high and low
for the grail you promised me
I found honor on the ocean
captured beauty's gentle grace
now my queen's grown cold and mean
and the children turn away
so, here I stand, a tired old man
who's lost his stubborn will
recalling vessels made of wood
and sailors made of steel
recalling vessels made of wood
and sailors made of steelSpring, Texas ‘98

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