Sittin\' on the dock of the bay
withering away with passing time,
flowing happily with the tide
are the memoirs of our pictures
living souvenirs in my eyes
Ferried by the last ripples
on the water, setting
with the orange sun
is my feebly ebbing hope
to soon capture the motion picture
of your ever radiant smile
that in your very absence I paint
and visualize, on the water
gone with the summer rains
It gives me great warmth inside
to know
sittin\' on the dock of the bay
that this portrait of you
will always be mine