I sit here in the morning sun, just waiting for the fish to jump,
And looking out across the lake, nothing worries me.
Woke up early as the day began to roll the night away,
The moon has gone behind the hill, its just the world and me.
Soon the summer days will go as autumn brings the winter snow,
Havent seen a fish all day, but that dont bother me.
The only bite I ever got was from that bug that bit a lot,
The night before when I was sleeping, cosy as can be.
Tackle an baite, fishing line, whistle and wait have got the time.
Fishing is good for heart and soul, never too young, never too old.
I sit here in the burning sun, just frying up and overdone,
But I just know Im gonna get a fish upon the line.
I think of all those friends of mine who sit around, just wasting time,
Never knowing what to do to occupy the mind.
Tackle an baite, fishing line, whistle and wait have got the time.
Fishing is good for heart and soul, never too young, never too old.
And now the sun is going down, the evening shadows come around,
And Im still sitting here without a fish upon the line.
Its getting cold and getting late, but something tells me, if I wait,
Im gonna satisfy this feeling, all I need is time.
Tackle an baite, fishing line, whistle and wait have got the time.
Fishing is good for heart and soul, never too young, never too old.
Tackle an baite, fishing line, whistle and wait have got the time.
Fishing is good for heart and soul, never too young, never too old.
Tackle an baite, fishing line, whistle and wait have got the time.
Fishing is good for heart and soul, never too young, never too old.
