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When I was just a young girl
I went fishing with my dad
We'd take the bus to the big, white fjord
Had the best times we'd ever have
Dad showed me how to spool a rod
And how to attach fly
We would stand on the rocks in the pouring rain
As the clouds raced in the sky
It's funny what sticks in the mind of a child
It's the little things that make me smile
I can still see in my minds eye
A picture of my dad and I
Than as I grew older
With troubles of my own
I always new I could count on dad
I would never be alone
He would take me fishing
Somehow he always knew
After hours under an open sky
I knew just what to do
It's funny what sticks in the mind of a child
It's the little things that make me smile
I can still see in my minds eye
A picture of my dad and I
Dad is now an old man
And every now and then
We talked about the days that we fish caught
Standing in the pouring rain
It's funny what sticks in the mind of a child
It's the little things that make me smile
I can still see in my minds eye
A picture of my dad and I