Come swing with me
In the apple orchard beneath the trees,
Where pink and white blossoms
On a summer breeze softly float.

Come swing with me after dark
In the silvery moonlight in the park.
Perhaps we'll steal a kiss or two
When no one's looking at me and you.

Come swing with me after church
In the lea where grows the birch,
Smartly dressed in our sunday best
When everyone else has gone to rest.

Come swing with me
Down at the river beneath the trees,
Where birdsong fills the air
And sunbeams dance on your golden hair.

I want to remember this day always
When you and I went down to the glades
And sat upon our wooden swing
And swung up high like a bird on the wing.

Come swing with me!