Leather and Pines

Gentle streams, the trout's domain We cast our lines, the world refrains Oh, take us back, Oh, take us back, Oh, take us: Take us there! Take us back, Oh, take us back, Oh, take us: Take us there! With flies and hooks in afternoon's embrace Singing tales of leather aged with grace Lakeside talks under a canopy of pines Good company, where the sun always shines Oh, take us back, Oh, take us back, Oh, take us: Right back there! Take us back, Oh, take us back, Oh, take us: To the fresh air! With hearty laughs and brews that chase the chill Carving stories in leather, by the rill