(Robert Ellis Orrall/Bob Regan)      In my daddy's yard    There's a worn out wooden swing    So I asked him once    What's the story with that thing    He said "That ring of gold, that's on your momma's hand"    "Well son this is where it all began "       This swing hung from the tree    Where the girl asked the boy will you play with me    And the sun shined bright and the world spun round    And they grew up till it all came down    From the church where they stood and said "I Do"    Where the bells rang out and the love was true    And it grew in the hearts of the man and the woman    Who lived in the house that love built       When I'm with the girl    That stole my heart away    Well I gave that ole' swing    A brand new coat of paint    And I told the tale as we swung "to and fro"    And I said I hope this is how our story goes       This swing hung from the tree    Where the girl asked the boy will you play with me    And the sun shined bright and the world spun round    And they grew up till it all came down    From the church where they stood and said "I Do"    Where the bells rang out and the love was true    And it grew in the hearts of the man and the woman    Who lived in the house that love built