The Swing

(Robert Ellis Orrall/Bob Regan) In my daddy's yard There's a worn out wooden swing So I asked him once What's the story with that thing He said "That ring of gold, that's on your momma's hand" "Well son this is where it all began " This swing hung from the tree Where the girl asked the boy will you play with me And the sun shined bright and the world spun round And they grew up till it all came down From the church where they stood and said "I Do" Where the bells rang out and the love was true And it grew in the hearts of the man and the woman Who lived in the house that love built When I'm with the girl That stole my heart away Well I gave that ole' swing A brand new coat of paint And I told the tale as we swung "to and fro" And I said I hope this is how our story goes This swing hung from the tree Where the girl asked the boy will you play with me And the sun shined bright and the world spun round And they grew up till it all came down From the church where they stood and said "I Do" Where the bells rang out and the love was true And it grew in the hearts of the man and the woman Who lived in the house that love built