Joseph G. Stephens - RO and Tine - текст песни (слова)

And upon the moonlit lake,
 I heard a swan his feathers shake.
 The night was cool.
 My skin was not.
 The wind a wooo.
 The owl then shot across the field, dinner raked,
 and me no lover to partake.
 Vine, this love of mine
 The love...
 the love of RO and Tine.