Birmingham Sunday

Joan Baez2010年4月12日

歌詞

Birmingham Sunday (週日的伯明翰) - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

Written by:Richard Farina

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 back 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

 

***歌詞來自第三方***