Let me tell you,
About the place where I used to live
A plot of timber ground, sky so blue
With a creek out back and wildlife, too
I had a spot on the creek I called the Narrows
You could step across the rocks and rushing water
Build a small fire, watch the hawks and sparrows
And at sun-down I would loosen the halter
I would mostly watch and dream
Write a song or a poem or two
Peaceful feelings to me it would seem
And walk back to the cabin in the evening dew
The next day, I would go to the narrows again,
Always see things that I had missed before
Hear natures voices, and trees creakin in the wind
Back to the cabin to rest, close the heavy door
Those were the times I took for granted
Not aware of how fortunate that I was
Now the old cabin roof is so slanted
Watched over by two lovely mourning doves
The Narrows, oh how I miss you fade.