Swinging Hap Palmer

Leaning back, leaning forward
Higher the swing goes
Laughing when I feel that strange
Tingle in my toes
With the sun on my back and the breeze in my hair
I'm sailing suspended in air
Gliding along, whistling a song, never a worry or care
Wouldn't you like to be swinging away with me
Swinging, swinging
High up to the sky
Swinging, swinging
Watching the world whizzing by as I fly
Saying "hi" and "goodbye" then "hello" once again
Always coming right back where I've been
Gazing at clouds then down at the ground
Falling a soaring again
Wouldn't you like to be swinging away with me
Swinging, swinging
High up to the sky
Swinging, swinging
Watching the world whizzing by as I fly
Wouldn't you like to be
Swinging away, swinging away with me