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