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