Swallow Swallow

Allan Taylor · Sometimes/The Lady [2004]

Swallow, swallow, little swallow, must you fly away

Why must you leave us, every summer grieve us

Wouldn't you like to stay



I must be gone, autumn has come, the leaves are turning to brown

If I don't fly, then I will surely die, then I could not return



Swallow, swallow, little swallow, can I come with you

The wind is getting colder, I am growing older

Wouldn't you take me too



Come with me, over the sea, leave the mist and the rain

Come and find the sun now, summertime has gone now

I must go again



Swallow, swallow, little swallow, time is drifting by

You must go without me, never think about me

Never reason why



You had your chance to join in the dance, now it's too late to begin

The olive tree's a calling, but here the leaves are fallin'

You'll never see me again