Bobby Sherman – Tired Soul lyrics

Waiting for the angel who will carry me away
From this land of broken promises and empty dreams
I’ve been told He can be trusted and I hope He shows on time
Comes a callin’ for this tired soul of mine
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Do not forsake me in my hour of need.
We shall rise above the madness
Leave this troubled world behind
When He calls upon this tired soul of mine.
Waiting for the moment when my strugglin’ days are through
When my hour of golden glory has at last begun
When His gentle wings enfold me, everything will work out fine
When He calls upon this tired soul of mine.
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Do not forsake me in my hour of need
We shall rise above the madness
Leave this troubled world behind
When He calls upon this tired soul of mine.
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Do not forsake me in my hour of need
We shall rise above the madness
Leave this troubled world behind
When He calls upon this tired soul of mine.
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Do not forsake me in my hour of need…..