Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow - It's off for a sailor thy father would go;
And it's here in the harbor, in sight of the sea, He hath left his wee babe with my song and with me:
"Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow!"
Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow - It's oh for the waiting as weary days go!
And it's oh for the heartache that smiteth me when I sing my song over and over again:
"Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow!"
"Swing high and swing low " - The sea singeth so, And it waileth anon in its ebb and its flow;
And a sleeper sleeps on to that song of the sea Nor recketh he ever of mine or of me!
"Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow - 'T was off for a sailor thy father would go!"
