The Old Acre Wood

The Old Acre Wood by Barefoot McCoy ©2015. www.barefootmccoy.com

I still remember that summer with you

Floating the river in our old canoe. 

Walking the garden and climbing the hill

Watching the waterfall at the old mill. 

Chasing you down to the old country store, 

Racing you back to the old cabin door. 

Such was our life, and life was good

Such was our life in The Old Acre Wood.

 

I still remember the light of the moon 

Shined on the water with crystals of blue. 

Holding your hand by the old fireside

We were so young but the future was bright.

 

Watching you dancing across the old porch, 

Falling asleep on the old cabin floor. 

Such was our life, and life was good

Such was our life in The Old Acre Wood.