[Intro – Gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft harmonica] [Spoken – Bubba, relaxed Southern voice] Well, Trigger... Looks like we made it to our little bench again. You go ahead and sniff around, buddy. I think I'm just gonna sit here a minute. Ain't in no hurry today. [Soft harmonica, four bars] [Verse 1] We left the house when the morning was new, A little bit of sunshine breaking through. Down Crown Parkway, taking our time, Four little paws keeping step with mine. The birds were singing in the Carolina pines, And Trigger found a hundred things worth his time. I used to walk like I had somewhere to be, Now I just walk, and I let myself see. [Chorus] At the bench by Hampton Pond, We watch the little ripples rolling on. The world keeps turning, the breeze blows free, And my little white dog sits next to me. No place to hurry, nothing to prove, Nothing in this moment I need to improve. Just a little sunshine and a peaceful song, Me and Trigger by Hampton Pond. [Harmonica Solo – Warm, slow, expressive country blues] [Verse 2] He found a leaf and he gave it a stare, Like it held every secret floating in the air. I laughed and said, "Boy, what do you see?" He wagged that tail and looked back at me. There's a little wooden bench where I like to rest, With the morning sun warming up my chest. I can hear the water, I can hear the trees, I can feel the quiet coming over me. [Chorus] At the bench by Hampton Pond, We watch the little ripples rolling on. The world keeps turning, the breeze blows free, And my little white dog sits next to me. No place to hurry, nothing to prove, Nothing in this moment I need to improve. Just a little sunshine and a peaceful song, Me and Trigger by Hampton Pond. [Instrumental – Fingerpicked guitar and gentle harmonica] [Spoken – Quiet, thoughtful] You know, Trigger... I spent a whole lot of years trying to figure everything out. Trying to fix yesterday, trying to get ahead of tomorrow. And here you are... Happy with a patch of grass and a little sunshine. Maybe there's something to learn from that. [Verse 3 – Soft and intimate] I close my eyes, let the morning be, Don't need every thought that comes to me. I ain't asking the world to go my way, I'm just thankful I'm here for another day. I think about the Father and the life I've known, All the winding roads that brought me home. I don't know what tomorrow's gonna bring, But I don't have to figure out everything. [Bridge – Music drops to guitar and bass] A little stillness, a little grace, A little white dog in a quiet place. I don't have to chase what I can't see, I can let this moment simply be. And if the Lord has something for me to do, I'll meet that moment when it comes through. [Harmonica Solo – Long, tender notes, plenty of space] [Final Chorus – Warm, gentle lift] At the bench by Hampton Pond, The sun keeps shining and the day rolls on. The water glistens, the breeze blows free, And my little white dog walks home with me. No place to hurry, nothing to prove, Just a country boy with a different view. One more morning, one more song, Me and Trigger by Hampton Pond. [Outro – Guitar softens] [Spoken – Bubba] Well, buddy... I reckon it's time we headed home. You ready? [Pause] Yeah... me neither. [Quiet chuckle] Come on, little fella. [One soft harmonica phrase] All is well. [Instrumental outro – Acoustic guitar and harmonica fade naturally]
