I was sitting on the swing
underneath the old oak tree
listening to the crickets sing
their chorus unto me

I sat there as the summers breeze
caressed my face and stroked my hair
and yet such a perfect moment
was incomplete without you there

It seems like only yesterday
you would count and I would hide
and at supper time you'd find me
home on your shoulders I would ride

But sat here on the old swing
neath the tree beside the bush
the tears ran down your daughters face
when I said "push me daddy push"

It doesn't feel like twenty years ago
that you carried me on high
but sure enough that time has passed
in the blinking of an eye

But even though I'm nearly 30 now
and my hair no longer curls
I'll always be your Annie
daddy's little girl.