Flying Swings

In the old parks no milk to weigh,
And the dreadful little swings now start to fly and start to sway.
All the world is left behind us; heart is frozen in my chest.
Only sky and only wind now, only joy that lies ahead.
Only sky and only wind now, only joy that lies ahead.
Rising higher than the treetops with no borders,
With no fear, winged and weightless are the swings now.
Flying, flying, flying here,
Winged and weightless are the swings now.
Flying, flying, flying here,
Winged and weightless are the swings now.
Flying, flying, flying here.
Childhood won't last forever; it is not meant to stay.
We will all grow up tomorrow, scatter far and drift away,
But for now we're just still children.