Lake Fork Verne - The narrows

Let ^Dme ^Gtell ^Dyou, About the place where I used to ^Alive A ^Dplot of timber ^Gground, sky so ^Dblue With a creek out back and ^Awildlife, ^Dtoo

I had a spot on the creek ^GI called the ^DNarrows You could step across the rocks and rushing ^Awater Build ^Da small fire, watch ^Gthe hawks and ^Dsparrows And at sun-down ^AI would loosen the ^Dhalter

I would mostly ^Gwatch and ^Ddream Write a song or a poem or ^Atwo Peaceful ^Dfeelings to ^Gme it would ^Dseem And walk back to the ^Acabin in the evening ^Ddew

The next day, I would ^Ggo to the narrows ^Dagain, Always see things that I had missed ^Abefore Hear ^Dnatures voices, and ^Gtrees creakin in the ^Dwind Back to the ^Acabin to rest, close the heavy ^Ddoor

Those were the times ^GI took for ^Dgranted Not aware of how fortunate that I ^Awas Now ^Dthe old cabin ^Groof is so ^Dslanted Watched over by ^Atwo lovely mourning ^Ddoves