Swing Low
Tim Baker
Swing Low Lyrics
Lean on the reigns
Of your chariot
Come into the place
We're needing it
And don’t go slow
Take this weight
Lift the oak away
Meat of my skin
Make the bruises fade
And let me rest
My trials met
Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
You know the fields they walked
Are poisoned or gone
You know the dream they sold us
We never saw
No wood fence white, no blooming bright
No stars through the harsh lights
Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
Nevermind them
The fantasy is surviving
Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
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