Swing Low - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

How is little Thomas Magee?

Thomas Magee, he swallowed a key

Did he die, little Thomas Magee?

Holly, Holly, just let him be

He’s wiser now, little Thomas Magee

Called this cat on a telephone

Heart was beating in my chest

I’d eaten something I could not digest

And the phone kept ringing

There’s no-one home

Ran to his house, rapped on the window

Ooh blood was pumping much too fast

Stuck my fingers through the glass

Strange music playin' on the radio

Swing low, swing low

Swing low, swing low

Way down low and carry me home

Pray like Peter, preach like Paul

Jesus died to save us all

I climbed through the window

I crawled on the floor

I ripped up all the furniture

But I still couldn’t find what I was looking for

Problems that we claim as our own

Cannot be solved, they must be outgrown

The bottomless knowledge that cannot be known

The empty ring on the telephone

And the strange music playin' on the radio

Swing low, swing low

Swing low, swing low

Yea way down low and carry me home

Where do you go?

Where do you go?

Swing low, baby, save my soul

Where do you go?

Where do you go?

Swing low, baby, save my soul

Swing low, swing low

Swing low, swing low

Swing low, swing low

Swing low, swing low