It's so lonely on the swing now
without you
With no one but the wind here
to talk to
For it doesn't answer me like
you used to
And when it thunders it leaves me
feeling blue
It's voice is nowhere as sweet
as yours
There are times like a jungle lion
it roars
It doesn't make friends
or good company
Though it starts out gentle
it can root up trees
It's so lonely on the swing now
without you
With no one but the wind here
to talk to
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