Brother Billy, Sweet William
Though now we call you Bill
Your 5-year-old self loves on
I see your sweet face still
Even when you were a child
A round Abe Lincoln at 6
Fair, true and from the heart
Honest down to the quick
But you wear no crown of thorns
Like saints often will
Steady as a rock are you
My dear brother Bill
Those times you gave wise counsel
I listened-every word
And still our favorite brother
Of that you are assured
Brother Billy, Sweet William
Just when push came to shove
God sent you to our family
To show us how to love