Pawpaw’s Lake Full Heart

(hummmmm) Eighty-one years on these red clay shores

Watching the seasons and patching

the doors

He'd look at the cracked earth

and shake his head

Wait for the rain,

that's what Pawpaw said

And now the water is rising high

Reflecting the wide open sky

No more dust on the dock today

The lake is full and here to stay

(oh, it's finally full)

He sits on the porch in his favorite chair

Cool evening breeze

blowing through his hair

The ripples are lapping

against the stone

He smiles at the water,

he's right at home

And now

the water is rising high

Reflecting the wide open sky

No more dust on the dock today

The lake is full and here

to stay

(finally full)

Down by the lake

Yeah, Pawpaw's lake (mmmmm)