Swing low, swing low
for to carry me home

in fire the skies of red.

My breath's gone cold

a kiss from the coal
a blanket of snow overhead.


Slow, holy roller
it's just rock and roll.


Hold your tears
where they've hung all these years
down from the heavens above.


Old snake eyes
you had better disguise

all that appears of thee.

Pray for love

from the heavens above
laid in the ashes below.
Laid in the ashes below.