One, two, three
Late at night when the moon is full, I sit upon the river shore
Full moon in my eyes, water flowing by my open door
Oh, it flows by
Folks along the river, oh, call me Lorelei
Hard times have come again, folks looking for relief
Looking for the silver lining in the clouds of disbelief
Falling from the sky
They pray to the river, oh, pray to Lorelei
Someday, I will move away to the city on the hill
Leave behind the waterfall, leavе behind the water wheel
Bring along my silver harp, bring along my golden psalms
Sing them into peaceful dreams, sing my siren songs
But only as a guiding light to better times, safer shores
Sing away their trembling fears
Take away their tears and so much more
And then I'll cry
And folks will say, "Where has she gone?"
Whoa, whoa, oh, Lorelei
Well, folks will say, "Where has she gone?"
Whoa, whoa, oh, Lorelei
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