Brother

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