Birmingham Sunday
Ton : ECapo 2English
CEome round by my side & I'll sing you a sAong
I'll siEng it so softly it'll dDo no one wroEng
On BEirmingham Sunday the blEood ran like wine
And the choDirs kept singing of frEeedom
TEhat cold autumn morning no eyes saw the suAn
And AdEdie Mae Collins her nuDmber was "onB7e"
At an olEd baptist chB7urch there was noE need to run
And the choDirs kept singing of frEeedom
TEhe clouds they were grey and the autumn winds bAlew
And DeEnise McNair brought the nuDmber to "tB7wo"
The falcoEn of death waB7s the creatEure they knew
And the choDirs kept singing of freEedom
TEhe church it was crowded but no one coulAd see
That CyEnthia Wesley's dark numDber was "thrB7ee"
Her prayEers and her feelB7ing would shEame you and me
And the choDirs kept singing of freEedom
YEoung Carol Robertson entered the doAor
And the nEumber her killers had gDiven was "foB7ur"
She asEked for a blesB7sing but askEed for no more
And the choDirs kept singing of freEedom
OEn Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the groAund
And the peoEple all over eaDrth turned aroB7und
FEor no on recB7alled a moEre cowardly sound
And the choDirs kept singing of freeEdom
TEhe men in the forest they once asked oAf me
How maEny blackberries groDw in the blue seB7a
AEnd i asked them riB7ght back wiEth a tear in my eye
How manyD dark ships in the forEest?
TEhe Sunday has come and the Sunday has goAne
And I canE't do much more thaDn to sing you a sB7ong
IE'll sing it soB7 softly it'll doE no one wrong
And the choDirs kept singing of freeEdom