the mist shrouds the trees and gives the lake a mystical view
gazing across the water you can just see the shape of a loon
it gives out its haunting cry as a buck and doe creep out to drink
there is so much serenity on the lake on a misty morning

thru the silence one can soak in the sights that takes the breath away
the beauty is beyond imagination even a painters brush cant capture
as the sun begins to rise the mist begins to fade clearness returns
there is so much serenity on the lake on a misty morning

you stand there for a minute trying to remember the sight you saw
nothing can take its place the mist only shows in early fall before snow
the inspirations drawn from it somehow stays within the mind only
there is so much serenity on the lake on a misty morning

every year it draws you back like a magnet just to see the misty lake
when temperatures drop during the night warms slowly in the morning
this is the dream one has all year long waiting for the reality to occur
there is so much serenity on the lake on a misty morning