Boats came down this bayou
many years ago.
Indians on the lake
paddled strong and slow
From Lake Pontchartrain to the heart of town
Life has changed here but the Bayous still around

Time means nothing the water keeps flowing on and on
And I’m waiting for the sun to set on Bayou St John

Brush aside the moss
and lay back with our friends
living on the bayou
its beauty never ends
I see young fishermen poles in their hand
Throwing out their fishing lines securely from land

Time means nothing the water keeps flowing on and on
And I’m waiting for the sun to set on Bayou St John

Living on the bayou its beauty never ends
Watch the boats and canoes and hang out with our friends
It feels so comfortable just being here
And we’ll enjoy it year after year

Yet time means nothing the waters keep flowing on and on
And I’m waiting for the sun to set on Bayou St John