Swing low, sweet chariot,

Comin' for to carry me home;

Swing low, sweet chariot,

Comin' for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, and what did I see,

Comin' for to carry me home;

A band of angels coming after me,

Comin' for to carry me home.

If you get to heaven, before I do,

Comin' for to carry me home;

Just tell all my friends that I'm a-coming too,

Comin' for to carry me home.