A misty morning on the water becomes an unforgettable moment between father and son. Among the reeds, a feeding carp breaks the silence and suddenly the hunt is on. With nothing more than a pocket knife, bread crust and instinct, Dad prepares his chance. Then comes the leopard crawl — low to the ground, stalking the fish like the legendary Richard Walker. The take explodes, the rod bends, and father and fish begin their battle. But somewhere between the laughter, excitement and forgotten landing net, the size of the carp stops mattering. It wasn’t about the fish that morning — it was about watching Dad become a legend in his son’s eyes.
LYRICS
Mist flowing over water Dew drops atop the grass Sun peeking on the horizon Wind dancing slowly it pass Bonding silence, father and son Birds chirping through the reeds One sound could break the morning still Both our hearts for a reel run bleed Floating reeds beside the bank Spotted almost at first sight A dark back broke the surface Top feeding in morning light Dad puts pocket knife to work Cutting a bread crust just the size right Setting the table but no fork Baiting hook to entice a top water bite For a moment I swore it was Richard Walker As Dad dropped low in a leopard crawl Stalking that top feeding carp like a hunter Then swung that rod into it all Big rubber lips took the offering Water exploded without warning Then came a battle like boxers in a ring On to that rod bend my dad had to cling For a moment I swore it was Richard Walker As Dad dropped low in a leopard crawl Never could you call him just a big talker One with the ground before the brawl For a moment I swore it was Richard Walker As Dad dropped low in a leopard crawl Never could you call him just a big talker One with the ground before the brawl With admiration I watched from the side Almost forgot the net for the final glide For once the moment mattered more than weight One for the books, a memory sealed by fate For a moment I swore it was Richard Walker As Dad dropped low in a leopard crawl Never could you call him just a big talker One with the ground before the brawl For a moment I swore it was Richard Walker For a moment I swore it was Richard Walker Never could you call him just a big talker
