See a smallmouth bass making a splash on the first spring morning when the water’s like glass

Hear the crunching leaves beneath the knees of the year’s first fawn getting on her feet

An eagle soars high above the mountains

Nothing in this world could be more free

There’s a perfect peace flowing from God’s fountain

And for a moment mother nature’s at ease

Earl William Clay was a man who prayed

From the sun coming up until the end of the day

When he fought with the devil he never would swerve

Cause on his life’s road you can’t find a curve

About the time that we lost me-maw Macy

My great-grandpa lost his memory

But when we played him them old regular baptist hymns

He raised his hands in praise and was at ease

That private first class was shipped to Iraq

He hugged his mom and daddy and didn’t look back

Fought for our freedom made all of us proud

But some things happened there he can’t talk about

You should’ve seen his face when he saw the sign

It read “Welcome Home, Dad. It’s about time.”

His little girls were hugging on his knees

We knew by the water on his cheeks

The soldier was finally at ease

At Ease