Moses – Lyrics

I am your child, Lord
I hear you in a whip-poor-will’s song
My mind is made up, tomorrow, I will flee alone
When that old chariot comes, I’m going to leave
An owl screeches that the hour has come.

Hounds snarl, hoofs beat, I’m hiding in the reeds
Must I trust my life, to strangers, will they turn on me
Each moonlit weary mile, I’m marching on, all the while holding to your hand

Swing low, sweet chariot, swing low,
‘Cause I can’t make it on my own
Don’t let nobody turn me ‘round
I’d rather die than go back now

Living on free soil, but tears fall, for family still down South
I’m ready Lord, lead me, over paths on secret routes
Shepherding runaways through the night, I will bring your slaves to Canaan Land

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
Carry me home

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