Tim Baker
Swing Low
Lean on the reigns
Of your chariot

Come into the place
We're needing it

And don’t go slow

Take this weight
Lift the oak away

Meat of my skin
Make the bruises fade

And let me rest
My trials met

Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving

You know the fields they walked
Are poisoned or gone
You know the dream they sold us
We never saw

No wood fence white, no blooming bright
No stars through the harsh lights

Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving

Nevermind them
The fantasy is surviving
Close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving

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