When I went to see momma, back in the past, I�ll never forget.
Momma welcomed me at the occasion, she always smiled when we met.
There is always the memories of the swing under the pine tree that was so inviting.
We would swing and talk for hours about family and friends which would be exciting.

We sat in momma�s swing, singing our hearts out, Amazing Grace, I can still hear the words.
Then we would look up to the sky in these special moments to look at the different kinds of birds.
What a great time we shared as we gathered in mom�s yard and enjoyed the family who loves.
We knew each day of our lives there was a loving God looking down from up above.

There were good times that came along and out weighed the bad times in the gathering of under the pine tree.
Sometimes I wished I could still hear the sound of the swing, the children playing, that was so lovely to see.
Momma, may you be swinging in heaven, may God hear you sing every word of Amazing Grace.
One of these days, we will meet again, we will talk of the times under the pine tree of the old home place.