Big Fish

Sitting under an orange tree, the father, his big fish and me

Now he could tell a tale or two with his scales so silver blue

The violins are playing some old forgotten song

The clouds of silver purple grey

they go pick up my dreams and wash them all away

They're telling stories everyday

and then from town to town, they go there separate ways

The shoes where hanging in that tree, close to a big old mountain.

And in the end he really met his father's friend there in the fountain.

The violins are playing a tune I know

And in the end he really met his father's friend there in the fountain