Lane Cove

Isle lake A ferry from the old days A cloudless sky and cold waves August A memory far behind us A place they'll never find us When the light is setting on the hill Where do we remain We don't have to wait Lane Cove A basin near the pine grove Through thimbleberry-lined rows Silence We close our summer eyelids Remember why you tried this When the light is setting on the hill Where do we remain We don't have to wait