Sing Me Out

Down in Mississippi
 On a winter's day
 They laid his little girl
 In an early grave
 Only the good Lord knows
 The tears he cried
 When the angels sang
 Her over
 To the other side
 Sing me out
 Lay my burdens down
 Sing me out
 Take my body
 To the burying ground
 Sing me over Jordan
 Cause I'm glory bound
 Oh, sweet Lord
 Won't you sing me out
 Everyone said
 She was born of shame
 From a rich man's blood
 Bore a poor man's name
 But he loved that child
 Like she was his own
 The closest thing
 Tto heaven
 He would ever hold
 From where he stands
 He can hear the sound
 Of those old gravediggers
 Turning up the ground
 It's been thirty years
 Since she left his hands
 And he's still waiting
 On the Promised Land