It was just a little swing wasn't it ?
That my grandfather built
But oh, the joy to sit in it
To a girl of age six ,
The swing was a rocket ship
There was no mood it couldn't fix!
With every swing forward,
My hearts would soar
Eyes , wide and bright
Trying to see the far reaches of the sky.
It was just a little swing wasn't it ?
That my grandfather built
But oh, the joy to sit in it
The small things in life that gave us joy!
A cool breeze , a bright sun and that swing
Those were the best summer days I think
