|
|
FISHING SEASON
WORDS & MUSIC: Earl P. Reinhalter
I. slower than a dead tortoise
and the ole gray hair,
time walks by us
on the legs of a chair.
CHORUS: fishing season
soon be over, soon be over, soon be over.
bait the hook and throw it in.
whatever floats on
down the river, down the river, down the river
will never go by again.
II. heavy, heavy metals
all turn to rust.
boulders and pebbles
go to sand and dust.
CHORUS: fishing season
soon be over, soon be over, soon be over.
bait the hook and throw it in.
whatever floats on
down the river, down the river, down the river
will never go by again.
III. on a blue lagoon
is a red sunrise
when the quarters of the moon
drop pennies on your eyes.
CHORUS: fishing season
soon be over, soon be over, soon be over.
bait the hook and throw it in.
whatever floats on
down the river, down the river, down the river
will never go by again.
(repeat chorus)
© Copyright 1995 Earl P. Reinhalter. All Rights Reserved.
|
