PETER'S FISH
I'm cleanin' Fish that Peter caught
An' breadin' - fryin' too!
O all the Fish that ever was
Ain't filled with life all through -
Way all his fishes do...
Right near our cabin made of logs
This River rightly plays
We hear it's voice and sing with it
An' Peter knows its ways -
Been fishin' all his days...
Still fishin' all his days....
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CHORUS
Love ain't measured in a song
About some fish for dinner, no...
Love's added up in days when
Simple Times like this are true...
With days of Kindness too...
With nights of Kindness, too....
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When Peter's out to fish the Lake
I hear him singin' sweet -
We hear him clear - me and that
Dog Friend restin' at his feet...
An' he is old and I am old -
Yes sir, that dog is old now too -
But what we don't throw back we eat -
So we're doin' fine - it's how we do...
It's surely how we do....
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CHORUS
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Folks who visit round-abouts
Say well, we have a Heaven here -
So, yep, we hold our Luck quite clear -
We see we got the best...
An' knowin' our lives go along
Blessed with Enough and days of song
Makes everything good - nothin' wrong -
An' lets our spirits rest...
Yes, gives our spirits rest....
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CHORUS
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