That swing, there in the distance
on a slight hill, a short walk away
I've only seen it empty . . .
I love to swing!
When I was young, I'd swing on a vine
Flying out over old country roads.
In the serenity garden at my homeplace
The swing is the first place I seek
Swinging as my eyes wander, my ears enjoy. . .
I like to swing high
Seeing how far I can see, yet coming back home
Feeling the cool air, the freedom of flight.
Come, let's go swing! I know that you're tired
I'll swing the swing, you can just rest
All you need do, is just touch my hand...
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