Swing Low - Shovels & Rope

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