Classic Poem

Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, an' what did I see, comin' for to carry me home?
A band of angels comin' after me, comin' for to carry me home.

If you get dere before I do, comin' for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends I'm comin' too, comin' for to carry me home.

I'm sometimes up, I'm sometimes down, comin' for to carry me home,
But still my soul feels heavenly bound, comin' for to carry me home.