When I was a boy on the old plantation, Down by the old bayou. The - TopicsExpress



          

When I was a boy on the old plantation, Down by the old bayou. The fairest spot in all creation, Under the arching blue; When the wind came oer the cotton and corn. To the long, slim loop I would spring. With brown feet bare and hat brim torn, And swing in the grape-vine swing. Semi-Chorus. Swinging in the grape-vine swing. Laughing where the wild birds sing, I dream and sigh for the days gone by. Swinging in the grape-vine swing. Swinging in the grape-vine swing. Laughing where the wild birds sing, I dream and sigh for the days gone by, Swinging in the grape-vine swing. Out over the water-lilies, bonnie and bright, Back to the moss-grown trees. With ringing laugh and heart as light As a rose tossed by the breeze. The mocking-birds all echoed my glee, And I longed for no angels wing; I was as near heaven as I wished to be, While swinging in the grape-vine swing.-Semi-Chorus. Im weary at morn and Im weary at night, Fretted and sore of heart. And care is sowing my locks with white. As I wend through the fevered mart. Im weary of the worlds pride and pomp, For to me no joy it can bring; I would barter it all for one days romp And a swing in the grape-vine swing.-Semi-Chorus.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 06:26:12 +0000

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