Jasper Lake is sometimes a lake, sometimes not. Many mud-wrestling matches have gone down here in the past.
lyrics
In the spring time
not a lot of water to see
but a river still
flows beneath our feet
I know it's hard to believe
Summer's coming and the river fills up
we escape from the moan of the
transport trucks
with a dash across the desert
out on the water
And in the early autumn when the lake is high
we'll throw our boat out on the water
and we'll say goodbye
to all the worries and the troubles that we try to forget
in the world that we're leaving behind
Last summer on the mud flats
you challenged me to a death match
and we wrestled in the shallow waters
of Jasper Lake
with a post card at our backs
When the frost falls
down from the mountains like leaves
and the wind whips
all across the valley to freeze
what's left
of the lake
we remember
Running out on the plain of the mud flats
sun overhead and the sky and
looking at the highway behind
and falling
and falling
And in the early autumn when the lake is high
we'll throw our boat out on the water
and we'll say goodbye
to all the worries and the troubles that we try to forget
in the world that we're leaving behind
Last summer on the mud flats
you challenged me to a death match
and we wrestled in the shallow waters
of Jasper Lake
with a post card at our backs
It was just before the sunset
on our way home from a day-trip
and the sun was casting shadows
on the mountainside
and the wind swept
through our hair
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