Bobber on the Bayou

Fog sitting low on the water like a blanket on a bed Little man in my old life jacket, cap too big for his head I show him how to tie the knot the way my daddy showed me Loop it twice and pull it slow, patience is the key Heron standing on a log, still as a Sunday prayer He whispers, Daddy, look, and points with wonder in the air Ain't no phones out here, no bills, no city noise Just a red and white bobber and the quiet of my boy If you never catch a thing, son, the morning still was won Sit with me a little longer... watch the rising sun