Eating lady fingers at Donner lake
Bobbing up and down around the jet ski's wake
Counting all the kayaks and the SUVs
On a summer afternoon that's as pretty as you please.
Thinking about the winter 150 years ago
When the Donner party ran into some 20 feet of snow
Eighty-nine set up the camp but less than half survived
And they had to eat their families just to stay alive.
And I'll sink down with you until
We both drown or drink our fill
We could die from feeling great
And forever lie by Donner Lake.
Still snow on the summit, but winter's far away.
It's hard to conjure cold so grim on such a perfect day.
Look at folks in swimsuits and wonder how they'd taste.
Nibble on your lover's ear and whisper, "what a place"
There are time when you imagine your life's a big mistake.
Times you feel as fine as you did on Donner Lake.
Tally all the times in two columns on a chart
Or just so find someone to whom you'd gladly feed your heart.
A hundred years from now, you and I will both be dead
And our children's children's children will be frolicking in bed.
If they should carry memories of anything we've done
Let them be of days on Donner Lake beneath the blazing sun.
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Lyrics submitted by Brian Stork.