The Hammock


My Hammock I have hung neath a tree
and near it is the deep roll-ing sea.
The palmtrees hide my cottage from view,
and love dreams there to me have come true.
Breezes from the ocean, Skies of blue above,
kisses from my darling and the joy of love.
Like the pretty swallow when on its flight my,
Hammock swings high,
and my Hammock swings low,
as it swings from left to the right.