IN THE SWING.
Reading edition
BY M. M.
Oh, swing me high, and swing me low, Under the linden-tree, Whose fragrant blossoms, like a shower, Fall down and cover me. The sunshine flickers through the leaves As to and fro I swing; Gay butterflies go flashing by; Birds in the tree-top sing. The brook tells stories to the flowers The livelong summer day; And everywhere the earth is bright, And all the world is gay. So swing me high, and swing me low, Under the linden-tree, And let the blossoms, like a shower, Fall down and cover me.