Well I decided early on
If there's swallows in my barn
If there's swallows in my house
I wouldn't flush them out
Well one swallow in my hand
Is worth two swallows in my hand
And all the swallows in my heart
Across the corn and cotton beds
I don't know
Where the're coming from
Or where they go
When evening slow
If every bird
Malathion hold out
Hitchco*k's word
The force of nature as perverse
And now I wouldn't give a damn
If every swallow in this land
And every bird in the world aroud
Would die and hit the ground