Swing Them Low And High Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Swing them low and high
Every midnight to morning hour
In the lonesome glowing sky
And winter's frosty flower
The day are on the hook
Some old fashioned way
Come and get a new look
Before the spring will play

Take this worn out song
And bring it in top the new
Where freshness comes along
Inside both me and you
Where seeds are now stillborn
With the dark that's going by
Each day goes on more torn
Where the dim frost roads lie

Swing them low and high
Everyday that went wrong
Don't ask any questions why
They didn't meet to get along
There's no time to reach truth
For spring comes soon in
With returning tide's youth
With the songs in May tin