Mallard Lake

“Mallard Lake”
By Damian Muller

V1
A country road winds up the hill
Kids in the back seat can’ sit still
Been so long, can’t hardly wait
We’re almost there to Mallard Lake
To the big white house on Mallard Lake

Front porch light is a welcome sign
Everybody here is a friend of mine
Y'all come early & then stay late
That's how they live at Mallard Lake
In the big white house on Mallard Lake

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It’s a country home with an endless song
Mountain views that go on and on
I feel like I’m at heaven’s gate
In the Blue Ridge hills at Mallard Lake
In the big white house on Mallard lake

V2
As the old-time music fills the air
As pretty a sound as you'll ever make
The way it’s played at Mallard Lake
In the big white house on Mallard lake

Grandma starts an old country song
Soon everybody sings along
Women in the kitchen while the apples bake
It sure smells good at Mallard Lake.

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V3
Sitting in a back porch rocking chair
Making up stories ‘bout a big old bear
We laugh so hard that I start to ache
We sure have fun at Mallard Lake
In the big white house on Mallard Lake

When It’s Time to go, I feel so sad
To leave the good times we just had
I’ll dream of the next trip we will take
Up the winding road to Mallard Lake
To the big white house on Mallard Lake.

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