Swing Low
Packy Lundholm
I saw your picture, it brought me back
More than just a memory, more than a man
Twenty-four years, you know it passed by like a dream
Look for advice but the answer's not there
Hear for your voice but it's silent downstairs
I know what I know but I don't know what I don't know
And I try, try, try to keep you in mind
But it hurts, hurts, hurts when you're out of sight
Wherever you've gone, I wanna be there
Swing low, sweet chariot, bring me home to your arms
The last time I saw you is there but it ain't
The story is vivid but the picture is faint
Man, I can't wait to tell this story to you
Time waits for no one, especially when
You try to live it all over again
How do I move to the future and stay by your side?