Paradise Bay

Little angels live on Hazel Island Watching over the gates to our Paradise Bay Narrows open up to open water Where the sun is sinking into the lake Still I see that green and silver lining Though my mind has turned and drifted away From there beneath the Great Bear and the maple Where the moon is rising up from the grave Time to time I'm casting a shadow Time to time I'm lost in the day-to-day And I'm coming up for air in Paradise Bay Little angels live on Hazel Island Buried deep, the gates to our Paradise Bay Narrows open up to open water Though my mind has turned and drifted away