Saturday mornings we'd quietly slip out

On one of our weekend treks;

The 3 of us fishing or just on a bike ride

Or walking our old dog Rex ;

Those were the best times, the absolute best times--

Happy and playfully free;

He gave up his 'me-time';

Instead it was 'we-time' for

BROTHER, POP & ME.

 

Off in the car we would go for soccer,

Pop and his two li'l guys;

Mother would watch from her front porch rocker

Waving a fond goodbye;

Now I believe her smile was saying:

"This scene is heaven for me!".

So as she was beaming

The dream she was dreaming was

BROTHER, POP & ME.

 

Well,  the years have trundled by  

And they've all passed.

Still the memories of those days 

Forever last.

Life was fine, her three guys

Dad put a shine in Mother's eyes.

  

Now as I sit in my front porch rocker

Enjoying my golden years,

Waving good-bye to my two young grandsons

Off to their new careers;

They've had the best times, the absolute best times;

Their dads learned it all from me;

'Cause that's what I passed down,

Just what was passed down from   

BROTHER, POP & ME.