Swing Low (Sweet Chariot)

Calm your mother oh shackled slave
We will be just another mile
In grief

Use your fingers as your hair’s comb
Earn those stripes that the rain can wash
No more

Drag your feet up to defeat’s door
Sing to the mountains and pray for
Your home.

Wander along oh hairy beast
Learn to kill before you save your
Brother

For the child got from another
Fan and feed like one of your own
Bloodline

Rest in that stead, rest your anger
Kings are mere slaves that are serving
Longer.

Leonell.