Swing Low Hal Ketchum

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