The Old Willow Tree

Worms in my pocket Toads in my cap My dog and i on a log we sat The river close and running free Sitting under the old willow tree A stick and a string i fished the day My dog and i passing the time away Sitting under this old willow tree When yesterday it was dad and me I will always remember the stories he told Back when he was a boy at his old fishing hole He said boy i remember when it was Pa and me Their was a tire tied to that old willow tree Pa gave me a push the swing went high Over the river close to the sky On the grass laid my lunch and book And in my pocket the worms for the hook Their on the log sat pa and me Fishing under the old willow tree