Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

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.

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