

(woodland bird chirps)
Up before the sun can find the treeline
Boots are laced and ready by the door
Cup of black coffee in the morning light
Nothing but the path that lies before
Cast the line and let the worries
drift away
(drift away)
Waiting on a sign beneath the silver sky
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
That's the only path I want to tread
Simple lives are written in the clay
Underneath the branches overhead
Listen to the river write a sermon
Pine needles under every step
I don't need the heavy golden currency
Just the secrets that the valley kept
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
That's the only path I want to tread
Simple lives are written in the clay
Underneath the branches overhead
(loving every day)
Just loving
every single day (hummmm)