Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home
Swing low sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home.
If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home?
Tell all my friends I’m coming too.
Coming for to carry me home.
I’m sometimes up, I’m sometimes down,
Coming for to carry me home?
But still my soul is heaven bound
Coming for to carry me home.
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