I'm captivated and drawn in
I'm sinking under the waves anew
Yet all the while I'm watching
The light beams rippling through

I'm floundering in the ocean
I'm in doubt way over my head
No hand of yore can rescue me
I'm giving myself up as dead

I'm calling out my sins to you
I'm hoping to suffer no more
I'm waiting for the Angel to come
And take me to your shore

But suddenly I see a star
Shining brighter than before
And behold it dawns upon me
That I'm already at the shore

But not the shores of death
Or yet the shores above
No such place is there for me
For I have washed up in your love

White lady of the lake what makes you oh so Devine?

Sitting there in the water like earths own sweetest daughter!
Into thy silver throne where now thou sit thy silken leaves all dusky around thee knit.

White lady of the lake what makes you oh so Devine?

She sits in water colour rich as wine. Her golden crown sits on her head glinting in the sun giving her all the glory of one.

White lady of the lake what makes you oh so Devine?

She sits in winter water with a wavy shawl of vine, waiting for the sun to come light the sky all up. Waiting for the sun to come fill her silver cup.