Back and fourth the rope swing goes, by the big wide sea
Just a stick and a piece of rope, tired up to a tree
I love to swing on it, with the wind in my hair
The rope swing, I love it
By the sea right there
Back and fourth the rope swing goes, by the big wide sea
Just a stick and a piece of rope, tired up to a tree
I love to swing on it, with the wind in my hair
The rope swing, I love it
By the sea right there