Our Old Swing

An old hay rope and board we found Down by the Willow Creek Swinging high our spirits abound Tracing trees with our feet Me pushing you and you pushing me Me pushing you and you pushing me Locking elbows and laying back Katydids our soundtrack Me pushing you and you pushing me Me pushing you and you pushing me Me pushing you and you pushing me Me pushing you and you pushing me La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la I know you remember When we were young And I know Our Old Swing is gone But the memory lives on