We made a bow and an arrow
Using string and an old piece of cane
You hid in the backwoods
Your feet were a giveaway
Through the leaves and the branches I'd aim
You marched me up to the shelter
I ambled the rest on my own
Through the gaps in the houses
You'd check that I got there
When I came home you'd tell me I'd grown
If I had to pick but a few
Well these are some pictures of you
No book do I need to look through
They're with me always
I always had eyes on the sidelines
And the signs I won't ever forget
Look he's off his line
So if you get the time
Send one over and into the net
You never heard my arrival
I crept my way into your arms
And stories were told
As the jokes would unfold
Yes and you kept them going
Through thick and through thin
And if I had to pick but a few
Well these are some pictures of you
No book do I need to look through
They're with me always