Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan and what did I see,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
A band of angels coming after,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
If you get to heaven before I do,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
Just tell all my friends that I’m a-coming too,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
I’m sometimes up and sometimes down,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
But still my soul feels heavenly bound,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
I’ve never been to heaven, but I’ve been told,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
That the streets in heaven are paved with gold,
Comin’ for to carry me home.