The water was so still in the evening, so still,
That all the trees were up side down,
And all you could hear was the little birds singing
And the stars sneaking out one by one,
And the sky turning slowly around.

At Seabeck on the Hood Canal,
Up near the northern sea,
And it's all so clean and sweetly green,
That's where I mean to be, Oh yes.
That's where you'll find me.

I pray the motor boats vanish, I pray,
And the automobiles run down, run down,
And the little kids dance in the middle of the rain,
And the fishes swim in the sound,
And the sky turning slowly around.