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 Pop-pa 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.... 
Just like the one in our back yard