Swing Low

No moon she said
Tonight it’s just too dark
Is it hiding out
In someone else’s heart
Then she found it parked between
The branches of a lemon tree
A quarter full
But sharp against the night
She was holding on
The wheel was lost
She’d found herself alone
To count the cost
But like that moon above she thought
A quarter of myself is not
Enough to justify
Me growing old
If I swing low
Darling we’ll go slow
And fall on our feet
You and me
If I swing low
Darling we’ll go slow
And fall on our feet
You and me
With flecks of dirt around my eye
I laid her down
Upon her side
And was hearing bells
And she was gone
If I swing low
Know that I’m going home
To fall on my feet
This world complete
If I swing low
Know that I’m going home
To fall on my feet
This world complete