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...