Going Fishing Lyrics

One day I'll go fishing son
When my working days are done
I'll buy a rod and learn the art
Of how to still a hungry heart

By the river's shinin' waters bright
When all is silver in the cool sunlight
I'll try to learn the gentle art
Of how to still a beating heart
Of how to cast off life's ambitions
Of those things best left undone
Don't call me for decisions
I'm goin' fishing with my son

Some day we'll go fishing son
When my working days are done
We'll buy some rods and learn the art
Of how to still a hungry heart

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