Swing Low Lyrics

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]