If someone should ask for me,
tell 'em heaven is where I'll be.
I've finished all my life's chores,
and now I fish on heaven's shores.
The view is grand and the fishing's great,
but I yearn for you as I wait.
I'll save a spot on the river's bend,
for all those, I call family and friend.
But for now, head to the Manistee
and make a cast in memory,
to all the good times that you had,
with me- your friend, your grandpa...your dad.
And if the fish no longer bite
or seem no longer worth the fight,
'cause it's me that you are missin',
don't worry - be happy - I've gone fishin'.