Well, well, well, well. I look over yonder and what I see. Seems like a chariot coming after me. Swing low sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home.
Well, well, well, well. I look over yonder and what I see. Seems like a chariot coming after me. Swing low sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home.
She used to sing on Sunday. (Oh Victory And Jesus). In her robe of spotless white. Mama smiling on the third row. 'Cause she knew her baby?d sing it right.
Sure feels like love, the best I remember. Sure feels like love, the best I recall. It's so good, it feels like the first time I reached out. And really went for it all.