Down, down the hill where
The weeping willows grow
Where the tree frogs chirp
And the sleepy turtles stroll
Where the crickets croon
When the sun is getting low
Down at Gaither's pond

Well, if you've got the gumption
Then you'll know just what to do:
Grab a pair of mud boots
And a fishing pole or two
The fish and crawdads
Come alive
When you've a mind
To take the time
To step into the water's
Rippling blue

So hunker down
And hang on to your seat
'Cause we'll fly high
Ro a Southern gospel beat.[?]
You'll clap your hands
And stomp your happy feet
Down at Gaither's Pond
Down at Gaither's Pond