Willow Tree

Damp water marks down the wall
It makes a real picture for me
And the music and food and the talks that we had
Are the kind that draw five pig faced people together
Still we stayed for a while

So we swing
On the big willow tree
We all glide through the air
On the branches that hang
We all know just where we want to be

Sitting on the roof
Oh the things we could see
The fine clock on the town hall
The tree on the hill
And old Lucy next door hosing down her front footpath
God knows why she thought that it had to be clean

So we swing
On the big willow tree
We all glide through the air
On the branches that hang
We all know just where we want to be

Swing
On the big willow tree
We all glide through the air
On the branches that hang
We all know just where we want to be
It's all because of the big willow tree
Oh the memories I have of that rambling backyard
Are the ways that I wouldn't mind these days to be
So we swing through the air over Bob's little garden
The sheds aren't real upright, I think they'll fall down
And four years ago seems like miles from here
The floor boards all leaked in the best house in town

So we swing
On the big willow tree
We all glide through the air
On the branches that hang
We all know just where we want to be