"Swing Low" lyrics - 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 idea unclothed
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

Mud filled up the river
Dust filled up the sky
And rage filled up the mother when they covered up his eyes
Sacrifice to cover what still hides

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