Grandpa's Gift
My first taste of fishin',
Came long, long ago,
When I was but the young age of three.
We'd set on the bank,
Of our old fishin' hole,
When my grandpa went fishin' with me.
Came long, long ago,
When I was but the young age of three.
We'd set on the bank,
Of our old fishin' hole,
When my grandpa went fishin' with me.
The wind gently rustled,
The leaves on the trees,
While the sun shone warm on my skin.
Then someone would holler,
Bobber gone down,
And grandpa let me pull him in.
The leaves on the trees,
While the sun shone warm on my skin.
Then someone would holler,
Bobber gone down,
And grandpa let me pull him in.
But sometimes it would seem,
Like the fish weren't home,
And our worms had nothin' to fear.
But our time wasn't wasted,
'cause grandpa could tell,
The best stories that you'd want to hear.
Like the fish weren't home,
And our worms had nothin' to fear.
But our time wasn't wasted,
'cause grandpa could tell,
The best stories that you'd want to hear.
How the river once flowed,
Deep, clear, and blue,
And the fish grew as long as your arm.
Why the birds in the trees,
Sing sweet melodies,
And how animals could weather a storm.
Deep, clear, and blue,
And the fish grew as long as your arm.
Why the birds in the trees,
Sing sweet melodies,
And how animals could weather a storm.
'bout the deer and the dove,
How it's sweet song of love,
Can bring tears to the eyes of a fool.
Oh the stories he'd tell,
You'd never learn quite as well,
If someone else tried to teach them in school.
How it's sweet song of love,
Can bring tears to the eyes of a fool.
Oh the stories he'd tell,
You'd never learn quite as well,
If someone else tried to teach them in school.
But then time passed me by,
And I learned how to cry,
For my grandpa had since passed away.
Now I go back in my mind,
To a happier time,
When my grandpa would smile and he'd say.
And I learned how to cry,
For my grandpa had since passed away.
Now I go back in my mind,
To a happier time,
When my grandpa would smile and he'd say.
Someday you'll be grown,
With grandkids of your own,
And you'll sit 'neath this old maple tree.
Thru my stories you'll tell,
'cause you've learned them quite well,
I'll be with you, so just wait and see.
With grandkids of your own,
And you'll sit 'neath this old maple tree.
Thru my stories you'll tell,
'cause you've learned them quite well,
I'll be with you, so just wait and see.
Now I guess that I know,
What he meant when he said,
How fishin' can soothe a man's soul.
For there's no place on earth,
That I'd rather be,
Than down by that old fishin' hole.
What he meant when he said,
How fishin' can soothe a man's soul.
For there's no place on earth,
That I'd rather be,
Than down by that old fishin' hole.
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