Текст песни Over The Garden Wall - Ferry Song

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 revelry on.

Over the treetops and mountains,
Over the blackened ravines,
Then softly it falls by a house near a stream
And over the garden wall to thee.