Going Fishing - David Knopfler

One day I’ll go fishing son

When my working days are done

I’ll buy a rod and learn the art

Of how to still a hungry heart

By the river’s shinin' waters bright

When all is silver in the cool sunlight

I’ll try to learn the gentle art

Of how to still a beating heart

Of how to cast off life’s ambitions

Of those things best left undone

Don’t call me for decisions

I’m goin' fishing with my son

Some day we’ll go fishing son

When my working days are done

We’ll buy some rods and learn the art

Of how to still a hungry heart