The Old Grape-vine Swing 2 - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE OLD GRAPE-VINE SWING 2 Copyright, 1890, by M. Witmark & Sons. Words by James A. Morrison. Music by Thos. Hindley. 
I have wandered for years, and it seems like a dream. As I Bit in the evening dim, And my memory flies back o'er the old beaten track To the cot and the old crape-vine swing. It was hone in the old cedar grove in the dell, By the side of a murmuring brook, And dear Nell and I we would meet there and swing, As she studied from her old spelling-book. 
Refrain. But the old grape-vine swing it has gone to decay, And the old cedar grove is no more. And dear little Nell I shall ne'er see again Till we meet on that bright golden snore. 
When the lessons were learned and the book laid away, On her finger I placed the ring, And I dreamt of the day when she'd be my bride, As we rocked to and fro in the swing. But the dream It soon vanished; they laid her to rest Where the blossoms first bloomed in the Spring; And the ebb-tide of memory to-night takes me buck To the grave and the old grape-vine swing.-Refrain. 
But time with its hand can never erase That one spot in memn'ry dear-The old cedar-grove, the grave and the swing, And the brook that has murmured for years. It was music to me in my boyhood's bright days, And in memory it always seems near; It's the little green spot where bright fancy can twine; In my heart 'twill be ever held dear.-Refrain.