1 Oh, the sports of childhood!
Roaming thro' the wildwood,
Running o'er the meadows, happy and free;
But my heart's a-beating
For the old-time greeting,
Swinging 'neath the old apple tree.

Refrain:
Swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging,
Lulling care to rest 'neath the old apple tree;
Swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging,
Swinging 'neath the old apple tree.

2 Swaying int he sunbeams,
Floating in the shadow,
Sailing o'er the breezes, happy and free;
Chasing all our sadness,
Shouting in our gladness,
Swinging 'neath the old apple tree. [Refrain]

3 Oh, the sports of childhood!
Roaming thro' the wildwood,
Singing o'er the meadows, happy and free,
How my heart's a-beating
Thinking of the greeting,
Swinging 'neath the old apple tree. [Refrain]