6/14/08

Birmingham Sunday 16th ST Baptist Church



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.
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew,
And Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The falcon of death was a creature they 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.
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four.
She asked for a blessing but 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 with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And 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.

Joan baez

2 comments:

Where's Jimbo? said...

Thanks Kelli, we need to be reminded of the terrible past from time to time and no one can do it better than Joan Baez. We visited that church while attending an Affirmation meeting in Birmingham many years ago. Still brings tears to my eyes.

Kelli Busey said...

Jim, you are awesome god bless you.
I dreamt in my youth of a child scared reaching for my hand, and I held her and comforted her. I told her everything was going to be all right. She looked like everyone of those children. I feel like I didn't keep my promise. I was afraid, but now I am found. And I will keep my promise.
I love you child.