Living just this side of sin.
Her mouth was soft and when she spoke,
Lord, I fell right in.
She had a baby in a blanket,
A dollar and a half.
She looked a little leery,
She let out a little laugh.
Opened up my overcoat,
Invited them inside.
Two fragile little flowers,
With nowhere left to hide.
She said her old man left her,
Just before the baby came.
I could feel the tears well up inside,
Each time she spoke his name.
Swing low, swing low,
Sweet angel face.
Why would such a simple child,
Come to such a place?
We talked until the wind died down,
The baby woke and stirred.
She made a little hushing sound,
Spoke some magic word.
The baby yawned and smiled at me,
But she said: "We can't stay."
She thanked me for my kindness,
Turned and walked away.
Swing low, swing low,
Sweet angel face.
Why would such a simple child,
Come to such a place?
I think about them all the time,
And hope they found their home.
Seems that it's my calling now,
To walk these streets alone.
Sometimes when the wind is right,
I can smell her sweet perfume.
I think about the warm embrace,
That ended all too soon.
Swing low, swing low,
Sweet angel face.
Why would such a simple child,
Come to such a place?
Oh, oh, oh, why would such a simple child,
Come to such a place?
I met her at the mission, Living just this side of sin. Her mouth was soft and when she spoke, Lord, I fell right in. She had a baby in a blanket, A dollar and a half. She looked a little leery, She let out a little laugh. Opened up my overcoat, Invited them inside. Two fragile little flowers, With nowhere left to hide. She said her old man left her, Just before the baby came. I could feel the tears well up inside, Each time she spoke his name. Swing low, swing low, Sweet angel face. Why would such a simple child, Come to such a place? We talked until the wind died down, The baby woke and stirred. She made a little hushing sound, Spoke some magic word. The baby yawned and smiled at me, But she said: "We can't stay." She thanked me for my kindness, Turned and walked away. Swing low, swing low, Sweet angel face. Why would such a simple child, Come to such a place? I think about them all the time, And hope they found their home. Seems that it's my calling now, To walk these streets alone. Sometimes when the wind is right, I can smell her sweet perfume. I think about the warm embrace, That ended all too soon. Swing low, swing low, Sweet angel face. Why would such a simple child, Come to such a place? Oh, oh, oh, why would such a simple child, Come to such a place? Explain Request ×
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