By The Lake
As I sit here by my fire And the morning turns to day The fish we caught Is made a meal But we no longer can stay For time is short Out in the woods As time is short Out in this world These simple things That we enjoy Don't last too long Once they've unfurled Yet these moments make Great treasure And some may get written down Yes, out here we take real pleasure In the scene, the set, the sounds But, out here there are no actors Only characters pure and true To this theater we take for granted in These places where they do what they will do.