Bye, bye, bye
The time has come round again, my friend
A life and some time I just gotta
spend
So bye bye, my friend
See you again
My mind in my pocket
The sun in my
eye
There's gold in the mountains
The streams run by
So see you again
Swing
low, swing high
Talk of the times, the love and the laughing
I'll come back to you in the
spring, little lapwing
'Till then, bye bye
