Dad passed away the other day
I found myself wishing
That he would stay
to do one more summer of fishing.

But through the cloud a bright ray
to burn away the gloom
and make it seem okay
as I wandered by lonely room

I thought I heard him say
Don't be sad for me,
For here they have a better way
The trout are jumping and the fishing is free".

"So if you only look and see
in heart and mind I'm with you
on sunny day think of us and we
and sadness fades this is true".

Some day again together we'll be
as the robin sings sweet
so it is written, in time a key
and once again we shall meet.