We made a bow and an arrow Using string and an old piece of cane You hid in the backwoods Your feet were a giveaway Through the leaves and the branches I'd aim
You marched me up to the shelter I ambled the rest on my own Through the gaps in the houses You'd check that I got there When I came home you'd tell me I'd grown
If I had to pick but a few Well these are some pictures of you No book do I need to look through They're with me always
I always had eyes on the sidelines And the signs I won't ever forget Look he's off his line So if you get the time Send one over and into the net
You never heard my arrival I crept my way into your arms And stories were told As the jokes would unfold Yes and you kept them going Through thick and through thin
And if I had to pick but a few Well these are some pictures of you No book do I need to look through They're with me always |
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