Swing Low

March him up the mountain, rifle in his back
To the gallows yonder, just beyond the track
To pay for what could not be taken back
The town had come and gathered, but no one dared close
For the shame and guilt were worn on them like heavy, heavy clothes
Dressed in black, but whiter than a ghost
Swing low, sweet Lord
'Cause no one’s listenin' no more
Let go or pull toward
But if you don’t do anything, swing low
Swing low, mmm-mmm
Mud filled up the river, dust filled up the sky
And rage filled up the mother when they covered up his eyes
A sacrifice to cover what still hides
Swing low, sweet Lord
'Cause no one’s listening no more
Let go or pull toward
But if you don’t do anything, swing low
Swing low, swing low, swing low
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mm