I sit in my chair wanting to read a poem
How the animals use to roam
Or watching the birds while they start to fly
And see the bumble bee flying by
You can hear the coyotes as they start to sing
While listening as the wind chime starts to ring
The ground is being plowed to plant a crop
And the clouds are letting the rain begin to drop
To hear the sound from the shooting of a rifle
As we read a verse from are old bible
Then you hear a voice calling out to you
That you will never be able to walk in my shoe
But by faith your soul will be set free
And some day we will be able to talk under my giant oak tree