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