You and I were young, all dirt and busted knees
Our secret place was Holly Grove hidden by the trees
One day we were walking we felt eyes upon our backs
A man was wandering through our woods following our tracks
Swing low, swing low, he hummed the old hymn softly as he watched us in the snow
Stay low, stay low, maybe he won't see us if we leave from Holly Grove
Your Ma was in the kitchen on that??? November day, I called in from the front porch door asking you to play
Then she lost her color and her face went all see through, she told me Bobby isnt here I thought he was with you
Oh no, oh no, where is my little boy where would he go
I don't know, don't know
There was a strange man walking through the fields at Holly Grove
The cops they all went looking for, they didn't have much time, they caught him out in Texas would it link him to the crime?
They said as he was leaving jail they overheard him say, if you wanna find him ask his girlfriend where they play
High and low, and low,
Searching for that little boy wherever he would go
But no, no
No one came to ask me where we played in holy groove
The days turned into months and then the months turned into years
The things that no one mentioned have become our biggest fears
One day they cut down the groove and built a factory, they found him in our favorite spot, hidden by the tree.
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, Coming For To Carry Me Home,...

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