Little Lapwing (Harvest Barclay James)

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