I still see him in the early dawn,
that big smile on his face,
With rod and reel and tackle box,
Heading for his special place.

Or gathering his gun and that old dog,
down the road they’d go.
The joy he got from those short trips
Was more than we will ever know.

He’s come home now, as the sun sets west,
with that same big smile on his face.
He’s landed the big one, the very best…
And heaven is now his special place.