This is my house
By the canal
And it's Sunday
And I sit
In my lawn chair
Watching the water
And the quietness
Drift by.
Reflections in the water
And reflections in my mind
Green-leaves summer trees
Drifting in the water
Thoughts drifting
In my mind
Forever I can sit here
This place is mine
Having stake it out
Through youths ambition
I the old man have refuge
Thank goodness for having
Been a prudent youth
My place, my time,
My house, my find.