*sung like a lullaby*
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.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
If you get to heaven before I do,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends I’m comin’ there too,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Song for the Future
My child, my child I want you to know
that I’d give you the earth if I could.
I want you to have the things that I had
and love for it all, the bad and the good.
Yes, some people cheat, they lie and they steal,
still others do not keep their word.
As long as you trust in the faith that you have
your kindness will not be deterred.
In life you will find that people are cruel
and the world can sometimes be cold.
But don’t let these thoughts dim the light in your soul;
your spirit and heart will shine gold.
I want you to smell the flowers in the meadow
with no fear of the wind and the rain.
I want you to smile at all those around you
and wave to the strangers on the train.
In years that will come I hope you stay soft
as this lullaby sung long ago.
I hope you’ll remember the song of the world-
a song of warm sunshine and crystalline snow.
Keep that sparkling wonder alive in your eyes,
so bright with the promise of life,
and steady your mind with calm thoughts of peace
that lead you through hardships and strife.
My child, my child I have but one wish for you,
and I hope it will stay in your heart:
Remember to always keep love in your soul,
even when someday we part.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Coming for to carry me home.
Coming for to carry you home.
Read By the Sun, Write By the Moon 