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{acoustic flatpicking guitar intro,
gentle fiddle swells}
Mid-afternoon on a cool mountain stream,
Sun shining soft like a picture in a dream.
Dad by my side with a fly rod in his hand,
Teaching me the waters of this wild,
rugged land. My brother’s laughing as the river rolls by,
Watching rainbow trout rise to a mayfly.
Cast it high, let it drift so slow,
Where the cold clear mountain waters flow.
Rainbow trout for the campfire light,
Simple living feels so right.
Family, fishing, stories untold,
Making memories worth more than gold.
We cleaned our catch as the evening settled in,
Built a crackling fire as the stars grew dim.
Then a sound outside cut through the night,
Heavy footsteps moving just outside our sight.
A grizzly bear was sniffing around our camp,
Looking for a meal in the mountain damp.
Cast it high, let it drift so slow,
Where the cold clear mountain waters flow.
Rainbow trout for the campfire light,
Simple living feels so right.
Family, fishing, stories untold,
Making memories worth more than gold.
Morning came with the rising sun,
Camp all torn up,
but nobody was done.
Packed what was left,
said a thankful prayer,
That’s just life when you share it with the bears.
The river kept calling,
so we grabbed our gear,
Back to the water without any fear.
Cast it high, let it drift so slow,
Where the crystal mountain waters flow.
Dad beside me, brother too,
There’s no place I’d rather be than with you.
Through every story this life will bring,
The river keeps teaching us everything.
Rainbow trout and the fire’s warm glow,
Those mountain memories will always grow.
Just a father, two sons,
and a mountain stream…
A fly on the water… and a lifelong dream.
{acoustic guitar fading out,
distant soft fiddle tone}