There is one last thing I long to see
my face in water looking back at me
Watching the sun breaking over the trees
A kiss on the cheek from a gentle breeze
Fog hovers low as a new day is born
Sunshine on the water welcomes the morn
God paints a picture a sight to behold
Birds sing among trees of shimmering gold
Sounds of lost leaves as the autumn wind blows
These moments only a fisherman knows...
Thank you lord for this precious gift to me
This thing that people call a memory
That takes me back to days gone by
I hope to return or at least must try
I think of the blessings that you gave to me
Those tender moments when I could not see
Now I'm much older and wiser too
and now my ripen heart is right with you
So dear lord please answer this one prayer
and allow me to one day go back there...
Where bugs slide on water moss grows on trees
Butterflies flutter along with the breeze
Where deer roam the fields with their young at play
My heart pounds from the first catch of the day
The smell in the air from a cup of brew
Thoughts of my children saying I love you
Temperature rising off with my coat
Just me God and an old durable boat...
There is one last thing I long to see
my face in water looking back back at me