The Moon and the Three Lakes

This song is a bit tongue in cheek; I wrote it with the intention on being a true old fashioned country song, similar to 'Big Rock Candy Mountain' by Harry McClintock. That song had an easy summer vibe about it. You can hear the song and almost picture it. I suppose this is what I was trying to create with my song. The idea came to me a number of years ago, there is a lake around the corner from my home in Kent called 'Three Lakes', there lie three separate lakes closely huddled together, each one made popular by Carp. I decided to put the moon in front of the name simply because it sounded better in song.
I first started writing the first two verses on the train back home to Kent. I was awfully excited about visiting the countryside again, then the chorus game randomly when walking back from town. For the next two years the song lay dormant in the back of my mind, when suddenly I wrote the final verses, a couple of months later the mid 8 was completed.
The song speaks for itself, it's a story about a casually stroll to the lake, leading to a lifetime spent there, naturally along the way they found their love and probably a lot of Carp (sigh awful joke).

Verse 1
There's a place to go where I'd never been
It's a good place to get away,
There are sand and shells, scuttles and snails
At the moon and the three lakes

Verse 2
So me and my mind went strolling one time
To explore and take a break
We ended up there to throw away our cares
At the moon and the three lakes

Chorus
At the moon, at the moon, at the moon,
At the moon and the three lake,
Memories swoon
Rosebuds bloom
At the moon and the three lake

Verse 3
So for years on end we'd always return
To that place most everyday
I found my first love and the ones since then
At the moon and the three lake

Verse 4
Though time has not been kind to me
Well the lake it's stayed the same
Same bend in the creek, same tide to the stream
At the moon and the three lake

Chorus
At the moon, at the moon, at the moon
At the moon and the three lake,
Memories swoon
Rosebuds bloom
At the moon and the three lake

Mid 8
There's something about that way of life
Which with money you couldn't buy
Can't sell the years we've had at the lake
Can't buy the years it's taken away

Chorus
At the moon, at the moon. at the moon
At the moon and the three lake,
Memories swoon
Rosebuds bloom
At the moon and the three lake

Karl Smitherman © 2012 published 2012