Swinging Along 1918 Ziegfeld Follies

17 Oct 2007
2007

Back in the long ago
days that I used to know
far from the city and care,
that's where I'm longing to be
someone I'm yearning to see,
there's a shady nook
there's a babbling brook
a swing 'neath a beautiful tree,
wonderful spot of my childhood,
I hear you calling to me...

Swinging along
far from the throng
out where the peaches all grow,
sweet summer breeze,
blows thru the trees,
as you swing to and fro,
each little peach
is within reach,
you know the kind that I mean,
each ev'ry one
kissed by the sun
as they are swinging,
soft bells are ringing
as they go swinging along.

Swinging along
far from the throng
out where the peaches all grow,
sweet summer breeze,
blows thru the trees,
as you swing to and fro,
each little peach
is within reach,
you know the kind that I mean,
each ev'ry one
kissed by the sun
as they are swinging,
soft bells are ringing
as they go swinging along.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Swinging Along 1918
Music by Dave Stamper
Lyrics by Gene Buck
© MCMXVIII by T.B.Harms & Francis, Day & Hunter
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 17 October 2007 at 15.38
in association with Doug Grierson
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