Another day's at end

Mama says she's tired again

No one can even begin to tell her

I hardly know what to say

But maybe it's better that way

If poppa were here I'm sure he'd tell her

Shannon is gone I heard

She's drifting out to sea

She always loved to swim away

Maybe she'll find an island

With a shaded tree

Just like the one in our backyard

Mama tries hard to pretend

That things will get better again

Somehow she's keepin' it all inside her

But finally the tears fill our eyes

And I know that somewhere tonight

She knows how much we really miss her

Shannon is gone I heard

She's drifting out to sea

She always loved to swim away

Maybe she'll find an island

With a shaded tree

Just like the one in our back yard

Ah....

Just like the one in our back yard

Ah....