In the still water
We lay in silent awe
In the beauty of it all
You can't make laws
In the peace of Pine Valley Eden
Sweet apple of it all
We lay in silent awe
In the beauty of it all
We lay
In silent awe
Above the mountain tops
We look down
On a peaceful river
The fish swim upstream
And they spawn
Then we hook them up
in our lines
And the trees grow so high
Then we cut 'em down
What the hell's the point in it
Sweet, sweet water
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