Girl On the Swing
~ Girl on the Swing ~
Up on a swing
Toes tickling the sky
First time I saw her
O, how I did sigh
Golden braid a-swaying
In light summer breeze
Winsome smile, fair cheeks
Prayed I, 'Pretty please,'
Let her just look my way
I'll get her attention
Stand on my head all day...
But her mother called to her then
And off the swing she flew
Never saw her again --
Still, girl on the swing
~ I'm in love with you
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