The Swing(contributed by Will Hose)
In my daddy's yard, there's a worn-out wooden swing
And 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.'
(Chorus)
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 'til it all came down
To the church where they stood and said, 'I do,'
And the bells rang out and their 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 met the girl who stole my heart away
I gave that old 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.'
(Repeat chorus twice)
That old swing still hangs from the tree
That old swing still hangs from the tree
Out back of the house that love built
