Come out upon the lake with me, in the old Gazebo Float
It's like a backyard soul retreat, a just-for-you made boat
We'll stretch out on the lazy bench, or in the hammock swing
We'll read a book or nap a while, and feast on chocolate things
We'll simply cruise along the shore, and do what ere we wish
We'll sing and dance and act like clowns, or even feed the fish
We'll grab our shoes and toss them off, dangle our toes awhile
We'll think about when we were young, and then we'll share a smile
We'll talk about the blessed things, that make life worth the ride
We'll bring to mind the special ones, who've helped us stay in stride
And we'll end the day with my oh my, a memory we have made
And we will not forget too soon, our time in gazebo shade
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