Sitting On My Swing by Sam Tumblin

Sitting On My Swing by Sam Tumblin Sitting on my swing watching birds in the summer tree’s While I’m feeling a cool breeze I wish this moment to forever freeze My mind far away it dreams to another time When there was no rhythm to the rhyme It was simpler times When a nickel wasContinue reading “Sitting On My Swing by Sam Tumblin”

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