By The Creek ©1999 George Ireton There's a quiet place I go sometimes to ponder, and listen to the breeze whisper to me. While lying on the bank I often wonder, how all this natural beauty came to be. I watch the sunlight sparkle through the branches, while amber leaves tumble to the ground. A gentle stream is searching for the river, while I enjoy the peace that I have found. (Chorus) By the creek there is no sign of trouble. By the creek there is no pain or strife. I can forget all about my cares and sorrows. By the creek everything will be alright. Geese are winging south across the skyline. Squirrels run and play among the pines. By the creek I can let my worries wander. It's a place where I will always feel fine. In solitude I marvel at the season, when autumn shadows lead to winter snow. Pretty soon this old woodland will be freezin', but in the springtime again, it's where I'll go. (Chorus) (Repeat) (Vocal tag end)
