Music & lyrics: Kate Bush
Vocals: Kate Bush, Stefan Roberts

Lake Tahoe
Cold mountain water
Don’t ever swim there
Just stand on the edge and look in there
And you might see a woman down there
They say some days, up [bad word]  up she rises, as if out of nowhere
Wearing Victorian dress.
She was calling her pet, “Snowflake! Snowflake!”
Tumbling like a cloud that has drowned in the lake
Just like a poor, porcelain doll...
Her eyes are open but no-one’s home
The clock has stopped
So long she’s gone
No-one’s home
Her old dog is sleeping
His legs are frail now
But when he dreams, [bad word] ..
Along long beaches and sticky fields
Through the Spooky Wood looking for her
The beds are made. The table is laid
The door is open – someone is calling: It’s a woman
“Here boy, here boy! [bad word] home!
I’ve got an old bone and a biscuit and so much love
Miss me? Did you miss me?
Here’s the kitchen – There’s your basket
Here’s the hall – That’s where you wait for me
Here’s the bedroom – You’re not allowed in there
Here’s my lap – That’s where you lay your head
Here boy, oh you’re a good boy [bad word] home [bad word] home”