There’s a sun on the hill, and the water lies still on the bottom
It’s a brand new day, it’s a long way away from the autumn
See the bullfrog jump from the waterlogged stump to the planets
Feel the rich brown mud, feel the heart pumping blood through the granite
And the secret of life on a hot summer’s day
Swims through the lake and it wiggles away like a watersnake
See the cattails bend with the touch of the wind from the far West
Smell the summertime wheat cooking up in the heat by the forest
Hear the big bass feed getting all that they need in the shallows
Hear the hound dog snooze the harmonica blues till he mellows
And the secret of life on a hot summer’s day
Swims through the lake and it wiggles away like a watersnake
I knew an old man used to make his home by the water
In a little old shack with some curtains hung by his daughter
And he taught me how to reach on down into the quiet
And pull out what I need to lead me through the riot of the modern world.
See the swamp rat dash to the shore then a splash and he’s under
See him swim through the sky where the blue heron fly like a wonder
There’s a tug on the line like a long lost sign from your maker
There’s a big fish, you know, waiting far below, for the taker
And the secret of life on a hot summer’s day
Swims through the lake and it wiggles away like a watersnake
