I Met Her At The Mission,
Living Just This Side Of Sin.
Her Mouth Was Soft And When She Spoke,
Lord, I Fell Right In.
She Had A Baby In A Blanket,
A Dollar And A Half.
She Looked A Little Leery,
She Let Out A Little Laugh.

Opened Up My Overcoat,
Invited Them Inside.
Two Fragile Little Flowers,
With Nowhere Left To Hide.
She Said Her Old Man Left Her,
Just Before The Baby Came.
I Could Feel The Tears Well Up Inside,
Each Time She Spoke His Name.

Swing Low, Swing Low,
Sweet Angel Face.
Why Would Such A Simple Child,
Come To Such A Place?

We Talked Until The Wind Died Down,
The Baby Woke And Stirred.
She Made A Little Hushing Sound,
Spoke Some Magic Word.
The Baby Yawned And Smiled At Me,
But She Said: "We Can't Stay."
She Thanked Me For My Kindness,
Turned And Walked Away.

Swing Low, Swing Low,
Sweet Angel Face.
Why Would Such A Simple Child,
Come To Such A Place?

I Think About Them All The Time,
And Hope They Found Their Home.
Seems That It's My Calling Now,
To Walk These Streets Alone.
Sometimes When The Wind Is Right,
I Can Smell Her Sweet Perfume.
I Think About The Warm Embrace,
That Ended All Too Soon.

Swing Low, Swing Low,
Sweet Angel Face.
Why Would Such A Simple Child,
Come To Such A Place?
Oh, Oh, Oh, Why Would Such A Simple Child,
Come To Such A Place?