Ballad of Birmingham
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- Mother dear, may I go downtownInstead of out to play,And march the streets of BirminghamIn a Freedom March today
- No, baby, no, you may not go,For the dogs are fierce and wild,And clubs and hoses, guns and jailsAren’t good for a little child.
- But, mother, I won’t be alone.Other children will go with me,And march the streets of BirminghamTo make our country free.
- No, baby, no, you may not go,For I fear those guns will fire.But you may go to church insteadAnd sing in the children’s choir.
- She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,And bathed rose petal sweet,And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,And white shoes on her feet.
- The mother smiled to know her childWas in the sacred place,But that smile was the last smileTo come upon her face.
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