As we sit and wait for that moment of time
When we get a hit on our fishing line
We don’t know for sure what it will be
And then there are times we catch the oak tree
The lines are baited as the time just go by
As nothing is happening so we just give out a large sigh
But as we sit and watch the sun as it begins to rise
It makes me think of the fisherman that had to die
We ask many question as each year goes on
But never thinking if he ever had any fun
There is a twitch in our line as the heart begins to race
As I think for once that I was sitting in the right place
The wind begins to blow as I am hearing a soft voice
As I listen to the singing of how HE never had any choice
The line beginning to run out as yank my rod back
As I think this might be the one for the trophy rack
I hold up the fish that gave me such a great fight
As we take some pictures of this beautiful sight
I maybe crazy but in my heart I know it was right
To let it go so it could give someone else a great fight
But the lesson from the rising sun has always been told
That because of HIM we will walk the streets of gold