The waterfalls trinkling
Like bells to my ear
The earth rolls out before me through smiles and tears.
A country lost, a soul discovered
The ruin that I once was will soon recover.
CHORUS:
And I know a howlin’ wind runs through here Blowin’ every day.
Yeah a howlin’ wind runs through here Takes my breath away.
Swing time is here children, for large and small
Let’s dance before the fever is upon us all.
Yeah it’s a strange religion, without any god.
The preacher walks with innocence spares the rod.
(CHORUS)
Hey hey hey hey
Swing time is here children for large and small
Let’s rock before the fever is upon us all.
(CHORUS)
Howl, I’m gonna howl, I’m gonna howl, I’m gonna howl
I’m gonna howl, I’m gonna howl howl howl howl