My boy lives in my pond The pond behind my house He whispers Whispers Whispers Sweet things to me My boy My boy My sweet dear boy Lives in my pond And tells me great tales Of his world beneath He is ghastly pale With dead hollow eyes Flesh decaying but I love him just fine My boy My boy My sweet dear boy Lives in my pond Behind my house Come he says Come join me and see The wonders around The wonders around me Don’t stray...