Stephen Houpt

White Rock Lake

Stephen Houpt
Stephen Houpt


I wrote this song while looking across White Rock Lake in Dallas, facing west.  This lake is a great place to run, bike, walk, and look at birds, especially white pelicans.  I play a 1927 Weissenborn and sing. 


Across the green water

and white capped waves

under wind blown clouds

through flocks of gulls

past the fishermen

and the wooden pier

and the geese and ducks

and white billed coots

past the sailboats

and the bare white limbs

of the sycamore

on the other shore

sun spotlights the shining

copper towers of the city