| Down by the lake in November rain | |
| Ghostly trees veiled in mists of grey. | |
| There upon the shore lay a knight who swore | |
| He'd set out for a precious prey. | |
| When a graceful swan dressed in purest white | |
| Stepped ashore in the dead of the night. | |
| And before his eyes, taking off her disguise | |
| She turned to a maiden fair | |
| O how much he longed to forever behold | |
| The beauty he met by that lake. | |
| And within his reach lay all he could seek | |
| Her magic was his to take. | |
| With his heart set to burn too strong was his yearn | |
| His glance was fixed by the queen | |
| In an instant of time he made up his mind | |
| And took away her white plume. | |
| Despite all her pleas, caught in selfish needs | |
| He tied her in magical bond. | |
| She followed the spell and guarded him well | |
| Forever to keep him safe. | |
| Until one sad day in the first dawn of May | |
| The knight then met with his fate. | |
| For when battle arose she was watching too close | |
| And died by the blow of his sword. | |
| Down by the lake in November rain | |
| A knight walks the lonely shore. | |
| Falling down on his knees he is begging her please, | |
| Rise for me evermore! | |
| But he cries out in vain, too strong is his pain, | |
| The maiden forever lost! | |
| Now the proud knight is dying, his cruel heart is lying | |
| Next to the one he loved most. |