Swing Low

Lyrics for Swing Low

How is little Thomas McGee? Thomas McGee, he swallowed a key Did he die, little Thomas McGee? Holly, Holly just let him be He's wiser now, little Thomas McGee Called this kid on the telephone Heart was beating in my chest I needed something I could not digest And the phone kept ringing There's no one home Ran to his house, rapped on the window Blood was pumping much to fast Stuck my fingers 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 I crawled on the floor I ripped off all the furniture But I still couldn't find what i was looking for Problems to you we claim as our own Cannot be solved they must be outgrown The bottomless knowledge that can not be known The empty ringing of the telephone And the strange music playing on the radio Swing low Swing low Swing low Swing low Way down low And carry me home Where do you go, where do you go Swing low baby save my soul Where do you, where do you Swing low, baby, save my soul Swing low Swing low Swing low Swing low