Friday, Home, Beer, Clapton

Just as I said at the title. I'm home, having a couple of beers, listening Clapton: Swing Low Sweet Chariot. I feel great at the very moment. And just shared it with you. (Yes, I'm here, alive...) Cheers...

If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends I’m coming, too.
Coming for to carry me home.

I’m sometimes up and sometimes down,
Coming for to carry me home,
But still my soul feels heavenly bound,
Coming for to carry me home.