Swing Low - Hal Ketchum

I met her at the mission

Living just this side of sin

Her mouth was soft and when she spoke

Lord, I fell right in

She had a baby in a blanket

A dollar and a half

She looked a little leery

She let out a little laugh

Opened up my overcoat

Invited them inside

Two fragile little flowers

With nowhere left to hide

She said her old man left her

Just before the baby came

I could feel the tears well up inside

Each time she spoke his name

Swing low, swing low

Sweet angel face

Why would such a simple child

Come to such a place?

We talked until the wind died down

The baby woke and stirred

She made a little hushing sound

Spoke some magic word

The baby yawned and smiled at me

But she said: «We can’t stay.»

She thanked me for my kindness

Turned and walked away

Swing low, swing low

Sweet angel face

Why would such a simple child

Come to such a place?

I think about them all the time

And hope they found their home

Seems that it’s my calling now

To walk these streets alone

Sometimes when the wind is right

I can smell her sweet perfume

I think about the warm embrace

That ended all too soon

Swing low, swing low

Sweet angel face

Why would such a simple child

Come to such a place?

Oh, oh, oh, why would such a simple child

Come to such a place?