How would it be
As a swallow upon a tree
Singing his birdsong
For you and me
He shan't wait for long
As he's finished his song
Watch him sail the blue
Not a care if he's wrong
Where will he be?
Who will he meet ?
Flapping his wings he
Stopped On a street
A child chases
And it's off to the races
Back in that blue high
Where children seldom cry
In the rain or in the sun
Does the swallow have his fun
And come night he ventures forth
As the blue he calls home had gone swarth