"Fishy Fishy in the Brook"
(A Song for Granddad)
(Lyrics By Gerald Logan)⁰
(Verse 1)
I remember fishing with Granddad when I was young
We caught crappie in the hot summer sun
He would always sing this little line
“Fishy fishy in the brook, won’t you bite my little hook”
(Verse 2)
He had an old straw hat and a thermos of tea
A tackle box full of memories
He'd show me how to cast and reel
And how to tell when a bite was real
(Chorus)
Fishy fishy in the brook
Won’t you bite my little hook
Sitting here with Granddad close
Those are the days I miss the most
Time moves on like a flowing stream
But he still visits in my dreams
And I hear him sing with that same old look—
“Fishy fishy in the brook…”
(Verse 3)
He said, “Life’s a lot like fishing, son
You cast your line, and hope you’ve done
All you could to make it right
And be grateful when the fish don’t bite”
(Verse 4)
Now I bring my children to that shore
Where Granddad’s footsteps touched before
I teach them what he passed to me
A simple song, a legacy
(Chorus)
Fishy fishy in the brook
Won’t you bite my little hook
Sitting here with memories near
Granddad’s voice still crystal clear
Time moves on like a flowing stream
But he still visits in my dreams
And I hear him sing with that same old look—
“Fishy fishy in the brook…”
(Bridge)
And when the day grows quiet and still
I feel his presence on that hill
The sunset paints the sky with gold
Just like the stories he once told
(Verse 5)
Now that he’s gone, I understand
He gave me more than just his hand
He gave me time, he gave me truth
He gave me songs of my own youth
(Final Chorus)
Fishy fishy in the brook
Won’t you bite my little hook
From a boy to a man, I now look
Back on the lessons from that book
Time moves on like a flowing stream
But Granddad's love was evergreen
And I’ll always sing with that same old look—
“Fishy fishy in the brook…”
(Outro)
Yes, I’ll always sing with that same old look—
“Fishy fishy in the brook…”
