Swinging 'Neath The Apple Tree

 

Oh, the sports of childhood!

Roaming thro' the wild wood,

Running o'er the meadows,

happy and free;

But my heart's a-beating

For the old time greeting,

Swinging 'neath the old apple tree.

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Swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging

Lulling care to rest 'neath the old apple tree.

Swaying in the sunbeams,

Floating in the shadow,

Sailing on the breezes

happy and free;

Chasing all our sadness,

Shouting in our gladness

Swinging 'neath the old apple tree.

Swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging

Lulling care to rest 'neath the old apple tree.

"Swinging 'Neath The Apple-Tree"
Oren R. Barrows
19th century hymn writer and composer