Just remembering, ‘way back when - - -
Underneath The Paw-Paw Tree
Way down yonder in Arkansas
Under the shade of the old paw-paw,
I took your hand and held it tight,
Clung to it with all my might –
Had to find just how to say
What was on my mind to-day.
“Pretty little baby, light of my life,
Oh, how I want you for my wife.
Pretty little lady, will you marry me?
We will live in harmony.
Happy together ‘til we grow old –
A beautiful love story to unfold.”
“Yes, my darling.” You said to me
As we sat ‘neath the paw-paw tree.
Your eyes were shining and I could see
In the loving way you looked at me
I knew that now we’d ever be
One throughout eternity.
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