The clothes hung out on the line for weeks on end
And it’d be just about time to take them in
It’d rain again

I felt that way when I was looking for a pencil or a pen
Now when the wind blows I can feel it drying my ancestors’ clothes

A day goes by and year by year we turn and say what have we here

Swing little girl, swing high
And don’t ever look to the ground
If you’re looking for rainbows look up to the sky
You’ll never see rainbows if you’re looking down

Life can be dreary, it’s never the same
Some days it’s sunshine and some days it’s rain

Swing little girl, swing high
And don’t ever look to the ground
If you’re looking for rainbows look up to the sky
And never, oh never, look down

If it’s really all that easy...
Why didn’t I see...?