Brian Lindsay & Arthur Davis 2015
Lake Ethel is real and 3 hours east of Seattle.
Chorus:
It was up on sweet Lake Ethel’s shore I could stay forevermore
Grand, majestic, so serene Sweet Ethel, Lake of Dreams
Twas in the merry month of May From Bellingham we sped away
For a sunny hike in the North Cascades Our shorts and sunscreen on!
For Lake Augusta we were bound But a fire had burned it to the ground
So we picked right up and we turned around Fate brought us Ethel’s way!
The clouds did roll and the sun did shine The sweat did bead as the trail we climbed
Then suddenly the light did blind The snow was 12 feet deep!
As the frosty snow obscured our trail We blindly trudged o’er hill and dale
Then our map revealed that we had failed We were 23 miles astray!
At dawn we launched for Ethel dear With dreams of water crystal clear
But then we saw as we drew near An iceberg shore to shore!
Despite the berg we found a pool And we fished for hours with a fishing tool
We felt a bite and began to drool The trout was 3 yards long!
Twas in the merry month of May That we with Ethel parted ways
But until the next time we do say Sweet Ethel fare thee wellÂ