(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