There we were walking along Our River,
A beautiful sunny morning,
The green river clear as glass
We could see the bottom.
As we walked we looked around,
One lady sitting on a bench reading,
Reading a book.
Another elderly couple sitting in the sun,
Sitting there in happiness.
As we walked on we saw them,
We saw the ducks,
Not swimming in the water
But sitting in a line on the concrete,
The concrete path at the boathouse.
All looking out to Our River
As we were.
I had never seen so many doing this,
And they just sat there,
Sat there like sitting ducks.