RIVER OF THE LORD/ SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT

When you're weary from that winding road
There's a a place where living waters flow
Come to where you can refresh your soul
Come on down
To the river
Let the waters cleanse you
To the river of the Lord
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down

You can leave sorrows all behind
Leave your burdens by the riverside
Come to where you can renew your life
Come on down
To the river
Let the waters cleanse you
To the river of the Lord
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

I look over Jordan
What did I see?
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

When you're weary from that winding road
There's a a place where living waters flow
Come to where you can refresh your soul
Come on down
To the river
Let the waters cleanse you
To the river of the Lord
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down
Come on down

Swing low, sweet chariot

Words and Music by G. Peter Irving III. All rights reserved. Swing Low, Sweet Chariot (1865) Public Domain.

River of the Lord/ Swing Low, Sweet Chariot  A 082724

THE PRINCE
The Ballad of Uncle Ted

Everybody knew it
But no one would say
That’s how the prince of darkness has his way

Robed in royal scarlet
Brandishing a smile
That’s how the prince of harlots hocks his wiles

Oh, the broken body
Of the spotless bride 
Sins cry out for vengeance to the sky

Everybody knew it
But no one would say
That’s how the prince of darkness held his sway

Cloaked in crimson garments
A grin across his face
That’s how the prince of harlots hunts his prey

Oh, the broken bodies
Of the conquered sons
Oh, what deeds of darkness have you done?

Guitar solo

Oh, the broken bodies
Of the ravaged souls
Oh, what shameful deeds yet to be told

Everybody knew it
But no one would say
That’s how the prince of darkness had his way

Now everybody knows it 
And everyone can see
How the prince of harlots came to be

Words and Music Copyright ©️2018 G. Peter Irving III. 
All rights reserved. (ASCAP)

The Prince (The Ballad of Uncle Ted)

PIty the Beautiful

BACON
Words and Music by G. Peter Irving III

Bacon, bacon
Tracee's making bacon
For Patrick and me
Bacon and ketchup
I'm always playing catch up
With Patrick cuz he eats so fast
The bacon will not last

All the farmers and their hens
And the piggies in their pens
Working overtime to make breakfast time arrive
Just in time

Donuts, donuts
Tracee's serving donuts
To Patrick and me
Dozens of donuts
I do not eat the donuts
They're fattening and not sugar free
They'll be the death of me

All the farmers and their hens
And the piggies in their pens
Working overtime to make breakfast time arrive
Just in time

Bacon, bacon
There is no bacon
For Patrick and me

Words and Copyright 2025 by G. Peter Irving III. All rights reserved

Bacon

SAINT TONY
Words and Music by G. Peter Irving III

I've got some good news for you
All of you losers in the world
There is a wonder worker
Tony's his name

He was a humble friar
Not the kind that you put into a pot
The kind that really inspires
People a lot

I know he'll find you
I know it, I know it, I know it
And he'll remind you
Of what you forgot

I've got some good news for you
If you're wondering where you put your keys
Call on the wonder worker
Don't forget to say please, please

I know he'll find it
I know it, I know it, I know it
He hasn't failed yet
Just give him a try

Italians think they own him
But he really was born in Portugal
Nationality doesn't matter
To ole San Antone

I know he'll find it
I know it, I know it, I know it
He hasn't failed yet
Just give him a try

I've got some good news for you
If you're wondering where you left your phone
There is a wonder worker
Just dial San Antone

I know he'll find it
I know it, I know it, I know it
He hasn't failed yet
Just give him a try

I've got some good news for you
All of you losers in the world
There is a wonder worker
Tony's his name

I've got some good news
Good, good, good news

Words and Music Copyright 2009 G. Peter Irving III
All rights reserved.






Saint Tony

TABERNACLE
Words and Music by G. Peter Irving III

I come to your tabernacle
The fountain of peace
I come with my heart in shackles
I fall upon my knees
I come to the font of mercy
The throne of the Lamb
Confessing my wounds and worries
Before the Great I Am

My Lord, my God
You are here
Even though I can't see you
I know you're near
Oh hidden God
Oh Bread of Life
A humble and a contrite heart
My holy sacrifice

I come to your sanctuary
The altar of love
Embracing my Mother Mary
And all the saints above
I bring to your holy temple
My offering of praise
You break me to make me humble
So I might seek your face

My Lord, my God
You are here
Even though I can't see you
I know you're near
Oh hidden God
Oh Bread of Life
A  humble and a contrite heart
My holy sacrifice

My poor life
It was all I had
So you paid the price
Oh spotless Lamb
All I have
Is all I give
I was dead
But now I live

I live because of you
I cannot live without you
Without you day is night

Oh Lord, my light
You are here
Even though I can see you
I know you're very near
Oh hidden God
Oh Bread of Life
A humble and a contrite heart
My holy sacrifice

Words and Music Copyright 2001, 2007 by G. Peter Irving III


Tabernacle

This is another song I composed during my short 4 year stint at Guardian Angel Church in Pacoima. The copyright date is 1985. This particular rendition of the song was recorded on a cheap machine in the school hall at SS. Peter and Paul Church, Wilmington, CA, in October 2002. The players are: Roger Rocha (percussion), Fernie Garcia, RIP (bass guitar), Judy Rocha (keyboard, vocals) and me (acoustic guitar, vocals). This recording is from a rehearsal we had for an upcoming concert that month with the band, Words and Music Copyright 1985, 2007 by G. Peter Irving III.

Back to the Ninety-nine (Live)

Here's another version of my song, "Back to the 99," which I completed in 1985 while at Guardian Angel Church in Pacoima. 

Words and Music Copyright 1985, 2007 by G. Peter Irving III

Back to the 99

The message of this song is straightforward and blunt: Each one must take responsibility for one's actions.

EVERYBODY KNOWS 
Words and Music by G. Peter Irving III

Everybody knows
But no one wants to tell you
You think it doesn't show
But the only fool is you

You're your worst enemy
You have yourself to blame
It is not up to me 
Only you can lose these chains

Everybody sees
But nobody wants to say
Nobody can believe
In a single word you say

You choose your company
But they just bring you down
It is not up to me
Only you can leave this town

You are the only one
You are the only one
I am waiting for you
Waiting for you
I will be waiting until Love breaks through

Everybody knows
But no one wants to tell you
You think it doesn't show
But really who is fooling whom?

You make your destiny
Be it heaven, be it hell
It is not up to me
Only judgment day will tell

You are the only one
You are the only one
I am waiting for you
Waiting for you
I will be waiting until light shines through

Interlude (reprise … Every single day)

Everybody knows
And no one wants to tell you
You think it doesn't show
But the only fool is you

You're your worst enemy
You have yourself to blame
It is not up to me
Only you can use these chains

You are the only one
You are the only one
I am waiting for you
Waiting for you
I will be waiting until Love breaks through

Words and Music © 2010 G. Peter Irving III

Bacon

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