How is little Thomas Magee   Thomas Magee, he swallowed a key   Did he die, little Thomas Magee   Holly, Holly, just let him be   His wife now, little Thomas Magee   Called this cat on a telephone   Heart was beating in my chest   I'd eaten something I could not digest   And the phone kept ringing   There's no-one home   Ran to his house, rapped on the window   Ooh blood was pumping much to fast   Stuck my fingers through the glass   Strange music playin' on the radio   Swing low, swing low, swing low, swing low   Way down low and carry me home      Pray like Peter, preach like Paul   Jesus died to save us all   I climbed through the window   I crawled on the floor   I ripped up all the furniture   But I still couldn't find what I was looking for   Problems that we claim as our own   Cannot be solved, they must be outgrown   The bottomless knowledge cannot be known   The empty ring on the telephone   And the strange music playin' on the radio   Swing low, swing low, swing low, swing low   Yea way down low and carry me home      Where do you go?   Where do you go?   Swing low, baby, save my soul   Where do you go?   Where do you go?   Swing low, babe, and save my soul   Swing low, swing low   Swing low, swing low   Swing low, swing low   Swing low, swing low