Ballad Of Birmingham
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- And clubs and hoses, guns and jailsAren’t good for a little child.
- No, baby, no, you may not go,For the dogs are fierce and wild.
- Mother, dear may I go downtown, instead of to play?
- And march the streets of Birmingham, in a freedom march today.
- No, baby, no, you may not go, For I fear those guns will fire. But you may go to church instead And sing in the children’s choir.
- “But, mother, I won’t be alone.Other children will go with me,And march the streets of BirminghamTo make our country free.
- 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 child Was in the sacred place, But that smile was the last smile To come upon her face.
- DENISE! DENISE!WHERE'S MY BABY
- For when she heard the explosion, Her eyes grew wet and wild. She raced through the streets of Birmingham Calling for her child.
- She clawed through bits of glass and brick, Then lifted out a shoe.
- O, here’s the shoe my baby wore, But, baby, where are you?
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