Frigid water, icy winds

My love

Full sail, turning tiller

My life

Gliding through the open water

My love

Do not cross her at a regatta, they say

My life

Creaking boats, stern boom they assume

My love

Leaves pollute the lake

My life

Winter is coming 

My love

Autumn humming it’s wind as clouds approach

My life

A snowflake ever so soft 

My love

How can something be so beautiful and so cold

My life

Plants and tree turn to hibernate

My love

Just me and the boat

My life

Just me and the boat

My love 

Just me and the boat