Paradise Bay

Little angels live on Hazel Island
 Watching over the gates to our Paradise Bay
 Narrows open up to open water
 Where the sun is sinking into the lake
 Still I see that green and silver lining
 Though my mind has turned and drifted away
 From there beneath the Great Bear and the maple
 Where the moon is rising up from the grave
 Time to time I'm casting a shadow
 Time to time I'm lost in the day-to-day
 And I'm coming up for air in Paradise Bay
 Little angels live on Hazel Island
 Buried deep, the gates to our Paradise Bay
 Narrows open up to open water
 Though my mind has turned and drifted away