My daddy was a storyteller
Only a five foot tall feller
He loved to spin a yarn
Some as tall as our barn

In summer to the river we would go
What fun don't you know
Our blankets all spread out
We loved every moment without doubt

The camp fire would blaze
We would sit in a daze
Then daddy would begin his tale
He told them so well.

The embers would glow
The smoke would blow
Indians stalked
All the while my daddy talked.

Banshee's would howl
Panthers prowl
The bears would get into the act
My daddy had the knack

Off to bed we all would go
Down on the ground so low
Ah, the stories we loved to hear
But our dreams were filled with fear.