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