Me, and my Brother hiking. Me, and my Brother might find a turtle. We'll just have some fun. Me, and my Brother playing with our dog; two mighty men with a wolf, who drinks from the gulf. Cool, calm water will bring back our voice to Mother. I fell down in a creek bed. Brother wept. In his face I met fear; that I could die right there. But I climbed right out. Now I've grown bold, and lonely. I should have stayed with dear Brother at home, But we grew up old