Flying Swings

In the young month of April, yeah. In the old parks snow melts away. And the cheerful little swings now start to fly And start to sway. All the world is left behind us. Heart is frozen in my chest. Only sky and only wind now. Only joy that lies ahead. Only sky and only wind now. Only joy that lies ahead. Rising higher than the treetops with no borders, With no fear. Winged and weightless are the swings now flying, Flying, flying here. Winged and weightless are the swings now flying, Flying, flying here. Winged and weightless are the swings now flying, Flying, flying here. Childhood won't last forever. It is not meant to stay. We will all grow up tomorrow, scared of fire And drift away. But for now, we're just still children. We've got ten miles to go. Only sky and only wind now. Only joy we've yet to know. Only sky and only wind now. Only joy we've yet to know. Rising higher than the treetops with no borders, With no fear. Winged and weightless are the swings now flying, Flying, flying here. Winged and weightless are the swings now flying, Flying, flying here. Winged and weightless are the swings now flying, Flying, flying here.