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Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming for to carry me home. If you get there before I do. Coming for to carry me home. Tell all my friends I'm coming too. Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet ...
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" is an African-American spiritual song and one of the best-known Christian hymns. Originating in early African-American musical traditions, the song was probably composed in the late 1860s by Wallace Willis and his daughter Minerva Willis , both Choctaw freedmen .
Some sports fans at the University of Cambridge use this tune to sing "we would rather be at Oxford than St John's". [4] The English sing a song called Ten German Bombers at Soccer games against Germany by singing "There were ten German bombers in the air" or "And the RAF from England shot one down" depending on the line. Germany banned that ...
"Chariot" is a song by American singer-songwriter Gavin DeGraw. It appears on his 2003 debut studio album, Chariot , and was released as the album's second single in February 2005. The song addresses the overwhelming feeling Gavin felt when he moved to New York from his rural hometown; in the songs, he pleads for a (metaphorical) chariot to ...
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WNDU's Gary Sieber sorted through 5,000 weather poems for the book “The Weather Could Be Verse.” Sales from it benefit The Acting Ensemble. Gary Sieber has been part of our television lives ...
"Swing Down Sweet Chariot" (sometimes "Swing Down, Ezekiel" or "Swing Down Chariot") is an American spiritual song. It tells the story of Ezekiel's vision of the chariot. The title and lyrics are very similar to the spiritual song "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot", and is thought to be an adaptation of said song. Composer and lyricist Wallis Willis is ...
Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees, Swing swing together, With your bodies between your knees, Swing swing together, With your bodies between your knees. Skirting past the rushes, Ruffling o'er the weeds, Where the lock stream gushes, Where the cygnet feeds,