Point Comfort

Further up the 105 Is where I spend most my time A beautiful forest you'll find Abundant with maple and pine Lakes filled with trout and pike Surrounded by wild berry vines On High Lake a full moon shines As I gaze at the starts and sigh Point Comfort winds Are blowing against my skin This place that I have grown fond of Is becoming home Looking down on the field Where the great owl was looking through me Times we walked the trail Hunting season with family and friends Point Comfort winds Are blowing against my skin This place that I have grown fond of Is becoming home Point Comfort winds Are blowing against my skin This place that I have grown fond of Is becoming home