Swing Low

How is little Thomas Magee?

Thomas Magee, he swallowed a key

Jedediah, little Thomas Magee

Holly holly, just let him be...

His wife now, little Thomas Magee

called his kettle -?- on the telephone

heart was beating in my chest

I needed something I could not have guessed

the phone kept ringing there's no one home

ran to his house, rapped on my window

blood was pumping much too fast

I stuck my finger through the glass

strange music playing on the radio

Swing low

swing low

swing low

swing low,

way down low

and carry me home

Pray like Peter, preach like Paul

Jesus died to save us all

I climbed through the window

and crawled on the floor

I wrecked all of the furniture

but I still couldn't find what I was looking for

problems still reclaimed as a whole

cannot be solved and must be outgrown

the bottomless night still could not be known

the empty ring on the telephone

and the strange music playing on the radio

Swing low

swing low

swing low

swing low,

yeah way down low

and carry me home

Where you go?

Where do u go?

swing low, baby,

save my soul

Where do u go?

Where do u go?

yeah swing low baby save my soul

swing low [x10]