I Love to SingSweet Harriet

I love to sing
and sometimes wonder why not let go
why not let go
in the early morning
and in the evening
why not let go
thats right Im crazy
thats right Im crazy
thats right Im crazy
but its alright
because I love you
thats right I love you
you know I love you
why not let go



Swing low
You can ride my chariot
If I set your spirit free
Would you condescend to me?


I have been here for an hour or more
Reading the note that you left on your door
That tells youll return when the spring is in bloom
But who pays the rent on your room?

swing low
You can ride my chariot
If I set your spirit free
Would you condescend to me?


Over the ghettos and theatres and walls
Your cast- iron temperament rises and falls
As the lovesick and woebegone runner below
Writes you a prayer in the snow

swing low
you can ride my chariot
if I set your spirit free
would you condescend to me

Oh
In the rain-gutted Chelsea and Notting Hill Gate
But all that I feel is deflected into
Some unnoticed corner of you

swing low
you can ride my chariot
if I set your spirit free
would you condescend to me




Going home now

Yeah yeah yeah