[00:00.000] 作词 : Richard Fariña
[00:00.008] 作曲 : Richard Fariña
[00:00.17]Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song
[00:06.56]I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong
[00:13.34]On birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
[00:19.41]And the choirs kept singing of freedom
[00:30.47]That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
[00:36.64]And Addie Mae Collins her number was one
[00:42.96]At an old baptist church there was no need to run
[00:49.33]And the choirs kept singing of freedom
[00:58.63]The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew
[01:04.75]And Denise McNair brought the number to two
[01:10.98]The falcon of death was a creature they knew
[01:17.30]And the choirs kept singing of freedom
[01:27.48]The church it was crowded but no one could see
[01:33.69]That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three
[01:40.62]Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me
[01:47.20]And the choirs kept singing of freedom
[01:58.02]Young Carol Robertson entered the door
[02:03.55]And the number her killers had given was four
[02:09.85]She asked for a blessing but asked for no more
[02:16.30]And the choirs kept singing of freedom
[02:26.63]On birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground
[02:32.93]And people all over the earth turned around
[02:39.70]For no one recalled a more cowardly sound
[02:46.24]And the choirs kept singing of freedom
[02:57.73]The men in the forest they once asked of me
[03:04.76]How many black berries grew in the blue sea
[03:11.52]I asked them right back with a tear in my eye
[03:18.39]How many dark ships in the forest
[03:26.36]The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone
[03:32.88]And I can't do much more than to sing you a song
[03:39.56]I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong
[03:46.28]And the choirs keep singing of freedom