Sing Me Out - Kate Campbell

Down in Mississippi on a winter’s day

They laid his little girl in an early grave

Only the good Lord knows the tears he cried

When the angels sang her over to the other side

Sing me out

Lay my burdens down

Sing me out

Take my body to the burying ground

Sing me over Jordan cause I’m glory bound

Oh sweet Lord won’t you sing me out

Everyone said she was born of shame

From a rich man’s blood bore a poor man’s name

But he loved that child like she was his own

The closest thing to heaven he would ever hold

From where he stands he can hear the sound

Of those old gravediggers turning up the ground

It’s been thirty years since she left his hands

And he’s still waiting on the Promised Land