When I was little and couldn't sleep,
I'd hear my mom's voice singing to me.
She would sing, "Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home."
(Chorus)
Swing low, my little monsters
Coming to take you to the stars.
Swing high, my little monsters
We'll go where no one has gone before.
(Verse 2)
I would drift off, and I'd dream
Of flying on the back of a giant,
Or traveling to far-off lands
With my seven little monster friends.
(Chorus)
Swing low, my little monsters
Coming to take you to the stars.
Swing high, my little monsters
We'll go where no one has gone before.
(Bridge)
Now that I'm older, I understand
What those words meant.
My mother was singing about a better place
A place where there is no pain or sorrow
A place where the seven little monsters and I
Can be free.
(Chorus)
Swing low, my little monsters
Coming to take you to the stars.
Swing high, my little monsters
We'll go where no one has gone before.
(Outro)
One day we will all go to that better place
And we will be together forever.