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