Barefoot
and off to the fishing hole
A
Cain reed used for fishing pole
A
childhood that had no fear
Camaraderie
of friends that were so dear!
All
day long we would swim and fish and play
Looking
back, I would have to say:
[Chorus]
A
time that will never be again
I
always thought it would never end
But
Time has taken its toll
The
truth is we will all get old!
Swinging
on grapevines was a thing to do
A
few broken arms, maybe even two!
Out
of the house from dusk till dark
A
time of joy that fills my heart!
[Chorus]
The
time that will never be again
How
we thought it would never end
But
Time has taken its toll
The
truth is we will all get old!
Yeah,
we all get old, but those memories stay gold...
(Mmm,
those golden days)
Barefoot
and off to the fishing hole...
Never
be again... oh how I miss them now!
Thomas
Theophilus© October 19, 2026
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