Swing low,
Sing me a song,
A song that I don't know.
To and fro,
We'll go to places,
Go to places only birds can go.
And we will fall asleep,
On beds of thistle down,
While the cotton growing in the fields,
Floats 'round and 'round and 'round.
Sing me an Oh
And I'll sing you an Oh
Hi-ho,
You know, you know,
The tide is coming,
But it's moving slow.
And we will blow,
Into the fire,
Into the fire,
'Til the embers glow.
And while these shadows dance,
Along these crooked walls.
Somewhere in between,
We'll fall in love.
Sing me an Oh
And I'll sing you an Oh
Just sing me an Oh
And I'll sing you an Oh
Everything will be alright child.
Everything will be just fine.
Everything will be ok dear.
Everything will be alright, ok, just fine.
Alright, ok, just fine.
Alright, ok, alright, ok, alright, ok.
Alright.
Sing me an Oh
And I'll sing you an Oh
Just sing me an Oh
And I'll sing you an Oh
Alright, ok, alright,
Alright, ok, just fine.
Alright, ok, alright,
Alright, ok, just fine.
Sing me an Oh
And I'll sing you an Oh