There's a place I used to go
At the end of a rocky red road.
Little red cabin nestled in a hill
Where I dreamed and grew and still.
Gray's Lake, I long to be in the
Grace of your red heart.
Gray's Lake, answer me,
"How is it we came to part?"
Gray was a sanctuary.
Gray was joy.
This little red homestead
Where I would sit and watch
Gray wings of wisdom;
Sandhill cranes flying under gray
Caribou Mountain that loomed over the planes.
Gray's Lake, I long to be in the
Grace of your red heart.
Gray's Lake, answer me,
"How is it we came to part?"
Gray gave me peace.
Gray gave me love.
Gray held me close.
Gray was my, was my blood.
Gray's Lake, enchanting land of my heart,
It broke that we should part.
Oooh
Turn to the heart red.
Turn to the moon wise.
Turn to Gray's Lake and surrender her your pride.
Caribou Mountain, you dormant giant,
Transforming hearts with your gold.
Your song will long live on
In hearts soft and tender as they
Sing the melodies of every story they remember.
The lessons found in each new place
Take me back to Grey's Lakes grace.
Gray's Lake I'll always be
In the Grace of your red heart.
Gray's Lake, your love for me,
In each new home I will impart.
Up the red rock road,
I know a place where my heart was born.
It lives on in me.
Gray's Lake.
I'll always be in Gray's Lake.