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Swinging Upon The Garden Gate


Seems only yesterday I was eight
Swinging upon the garden gate.
Now my grandchild has taken my place
Is running the races I used to race.

Curly straight hair a sweet cheeky grin
Wanting the answers to everything.
Playing and laughing, time passing by
I watch her grow and I want to cry.

Baby don`t waste it, time is soon gone
Enjoy every minute that you look upon.
Capture, yes treasure, this special time
For before you know it you will be nine.

Will you remember when you were eight
Swinging upon your own garden gate.
Yes my dear grandchild when you are old
You will remember these memories of gold.







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