Where the rod leads to the river, I pass the fields I know so well seems I've known them since forever, all their stories I can tell I see my father in the meadow he knows this day will be that I will leave tomorrow that I will be a memory and I see him through the years of childhood, he bends now while I grow. I'll miss it here, but I won't fear, Tonight we will be gathered, and we'll sing a song or two, the old songs we sang together, Bonny Boys and Violets Blue. to hold my memories, till I will sing a new song, of all that I have yet to be. for all I have been given, I'm ready now I know I'll miss it here, but I won't fear, the road I go. I'll take songs to carry with me to hold my memories, till I will sing a new song, of all that I have yet to be. for all I have been given, I'm ready now I know I'll miss it here, but I won't fear, the road I go. I'll miss it here, but I won't fear, the rod I go Oh I'll miss it here, but I won't fear, the road I go.