Flying high above the prairie
Plenty of bugs to eat
When the sun comes up
When the sun goes down
That's when I'm spinning around… and around
Catching bugs to feed my young
Tasty, crunchy little bugs

They say they « need to feed the world »
They say they need to use more chemicals for that
They say they are « so many mouths to feed »
But I've got mouths to feed too

I soar back to the nest
Up to the beams in the barn
My young ready to eat those bugs
Their mouths held wide open
Catching bugs to feed my young
Tasty, crunchy little bugs

They say the climate's changing
They say they need to use more genetics for that
They say they are « so many mouths to feed »
But I've got mouths to feed too
I've got mouths to feed too
Where are the Swallows gonna build their nest?
Where are the Swallows gonna build their nest