He trods along and sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord
Oh when the saints, go marching in,
Oh when the saints go marching in,
Lord I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for the carry me home
