Throwing stones into the river   Watching ripples splashing over   Wadding the bank where horses are grazing   Reflection shatter quite amazing      But soon I quietly ask, is this the way for me?   I twist my vacuum flask and have a cup of tea      Goin' fishin' never catch none   If I did, I'd surely lance   The spirit of the first is quiggley   The fish tackle scares me and the snails      The pleasure cruiser's speed   Laden with wind cheaters   The hooters blow and seize   My mind from nature's creatures      Blowing the fish, emptying in my warm hand   I want fishin' everlasting   You can take my son if you drown your own daughter   You're a man and I am free      Throw a stick into the surface   Watch it bob, it cruises pass   The river flows gently eroding   Moves 'cross land, but not to fast