Monday, May 7, 2012

Swing low sweet chariot

Sunday night we're driving through pretty neighborhoods and the CD player is spewing hymns in a western style:  "Swing low sweet chariot."

The little boys in the back are singing:  "Spring rolls sweet cheerios."

I've been singing it ever since.


  1. My daughters had their own version of We Three Kings that including lyrics "itchy gitcy underwear". And I can't sing the right version either.

  2. I used to sing, "There is a bomb in Gilead, to make the wounded cure a sin-sick soul..."

    It was years before I understood my error. And the hymn.