Birmingham Blues

Duration

3:07

Genres

Other

Lyrics

Like Florence from your mountain Both cast your poets out For speaking plain You bowl your bombs down aisles Where black folk kneel to pray For your blacker souls Dog-torn children bled A, B, O, as you Christ's blood not more red Burning my house to keep them out You sowed wind: hear it blow! Soon, you reap.... One day we will sleep Braver and beloved In our souls to keep Angry angels reaping One day we will sleep --adapted from "If I Forget Thee, O Birmingham" by John Beecher, 1963