March him up the mountain, rifle in his back To the gallows yonder just beyond the track To pay for what could not be taken back The town had come and gathered, but no eye dare unclose For the shame and guilt were worn on them like heavy, heavy clothes Dressed in black but whiter than a ghost Swing low, sweet lord Cause no one's listenin' no more Let go or pull toward But if you don't do anything, swing low Swing low Mud filled up the river, dust filled up the sky And rage filled up the mother when they covered up his eyes A sacrifice to cover what still hides Swing low, sweet lord Cause no one's listenin' no more Let go or pull toward But if you don't do anything, swing low Swing low, swing low, swing low Em x4