Happiness is being home again,
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
After all is said and done,
What are we?
Are we gold or silver,
Or a sparkling diamond in the rough?
I had a dream, that I could fly,
On gossamer wings, in the clear blue skies.
Floating above the Earth below,
Going where the air currents chose to go.
A dream just died,
A long time it cried,
It hoped to stay.
I'd rather be fishing, Than talking to you,
At least when I'm fishing, I know what to do.
I'd rather hold a blue gill in my hand,
Than get hit on the head, with a frying pan.
I saw God today, on a mountain high,
As the wind blew through my hair.
I saw God today in the clear blue sky,
I felt small and humble there.
It was a million years ago,
We walked on the beach at Padre.
Scattering the sand crabs as we went,
And dodging the blue jellyfish,
A vast endless sea of sand beyond
The blue grey hills, bathed in the sun
Creosote bushes dot the line
Of a bleak horizon, where heat waves shine