Testo delle canzoni: Birmingham Sunday

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Birmingham Sunday

Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
 
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one
In an old Baptist church there was no need to run
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
 
The clouds they were dark and the autumn winds blew
And Denise McNair brought the number to two
The falcon of death was a creature she knew
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
 
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
 
When young Carol Robertson entered the door
The number her killers had given was four
She asked for a blessing and asked for no more
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
 
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground
And people all over the earth turned around
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
 
The men in the forest they once asked of me
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea
And I asked them right back with a tear in my eye
How many dark ships in the forest?
 
The Sunday has come, the Sunday has gone
I can't do much more than to sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
And the choirs keep singing of freedom
 
Grazie!
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Postato da BurgholdBurghold Mar, 25/06/2019 - 09:38

 

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