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In my daddy's yard there's a worn out wooden swingSo I asked him once, "What's the story with that thing"He said, "That ring of gold that's on your mama's handWell son this is where it all began"This is the swing that hung from the treeWhere the girl asked the boy, "Would you play with me"As the sun shined bright and the world spun 'roundAnd they grew up till it all came downTo the church where they stood and said, "I do"And the bells rang out and the love was trueAnd it grew in the hearts of the man and the womanWho lived in the house that love builtWhen I met the girl who stole my heart awayI gave that old swing a brand new coat of paintAnd I told the tale as we swung to and froAnd said, "I hope this how our story goes"This is the swing that hung from the treeWhere the girl asked the boy, "Would you play with me"As the sun shined bright and the world spun 'roundAnd they grew up till it all came downTo the church where they stood and said, "I do"And the bells rang out and the love was trueAnd it grew in the hearts of the man and the womanWho lived in the house that love builtThat old swing still hangs from the treeOut in back of the house that love built From Letras Mania