Lyin' in his bed alone, an old man in a nursing home
Is drifting out of dream, to a Norman Rockwell scene
His father's favorite fishin' pole
Dime store hooks, that old cane pole
A sunfish on the line, all they had was time
The barber's gone, the line is tight
The nurse comes in, turns on the light
She wakes him, from his dream, and then
She smiles, and asks him
Where you been?
Fishin', where the peaceful waters flow
Where a father and a son, can go
And share what's in their souls
Fishin'
She says goodnight
He drifts again, to a place, he's never been
The river's clear, and wide
He's near the other side
Suddenly, the pain is gone
The sun is warm, the water's calm
The skies are blue
His journey's almost through
Someone's waiting, on the shore
He feels a presence, never felt before
The old man's eyes, fill up with tears
Says Lord, what on earth, are you doing here?
Fishin', where the peaceful waters flow
Where a father and a son can go
And share what's in their souls
Fishin'
Gotta keeper, on the line
Come and take me, by the hand
Why don't you and I, go fishin'?
Come and take me by the hand
Why don't you and I, go fishin'?
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