Blanco River Meditation, #2 - Walt Wilkins
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Blanco River Meditation, #2 Lyrics
I’ve got no line, got no pole, I just brought time to this ol’ fishin’ hole
The sky is blue, the water’s clear, I’ve got all I need right here
There’ a breeze floatin’ by, a little shade, a little sun
I’ve got nothin’ to do, and I’m not leavin’ till I’m done
There’s a Blue cat on the bottom, and a bullfrog on the bank
I just pitched a pretty pebble, watched the ripples while it sank
Hear the crickets in the willow, singin’ songs they’ve always sung
I’ve got nothin’ to do, and I’m not leavin’ till I’m done
I’m not leavin’ till I’m done, I’m not leavin’ till I’m through
Slowin’ down this crazy life, for just a day or two
I think I’ll hang right here, till the webs are all unspun
I’ve got nothin’ to do, and I’m not leavin’ till I’m done
There’s a ruckus down river, and I look up to see the sight
Of Momma duck gatherin’ up, her ducklings for the night
And twilight is gatherin’ too, and I’ve only just begun
I’ve got nothin’ to do, and I’m not leavin’ till I’m done
I’m not leavin’ till I’m done, I’m not leavin’ till I’m through
Slowin’ down this crazy life, for just a day or two
I think I’ll hang right here, till the webs are all unspun
I’ve got nothin’ to do, and I’m not leavin’ till I’m done
I’ve got nothin’ to do, and I’m not leavin’ till I’m done
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Lyrics submitted by Everett Hoover.