Lily's Pappy

Oh Pappy's Pappy, in the tales they tell

Of the woods and the waters you knew so well

Through the whispers of time, your spirit's near

In the echoes of Will's Mountain, so crystal clear

Though I never saw your smile or held your hand

In the stories passed down, I understand

How your love for the hunt and the fish and the wild

Runs deep in my veins, like nature's own child

With your rifle and courage, you'd wander free

Through the rugged terrain, by the old oak tree