Six Songs on Liberty and Slavery - VI. Bury Me in a Free Land (六首歌曲的自由和奴役 - 第六乐章 把我埋在一个自由的土地) (African American Poets in Song)-Steven Kimbrough/Mary K. Jackson/Maureen Kelly

[ti:Six Songs on Liberty and Slavery : VI. Bury Me in a Free Land (African American Poets in Song)] [ar:Steven Kimbrough/Mary K. Jackson/Maureen Kelly] [al:Songs of Freedom, Justice & Peace] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]VI. Bury Me in a Free Land (第六乐章 把我埋在一个自由的土地) (African American Poets in Song) - Steven Kimbrough/Mary K. Jackson/Maureen Kelly [00:21.99]Make me a grave where'er you will [00:27.50]In a lowly plain or on a lofty hill [00:33.08]Make it among earth's humblest graves [00:38.11]But not in a land where men are slaves [00:48.21] [00:50.32]I could not rest if around my grave [00:54.96]I heard the steps of a trembling slave [01:00.51]His shadow above my silent tomb [01:05.47]Would make it a place of fearful gloom [01:11.96] [01:14.12]I could not rest if I heard the tread [01:18.99]Of coffee gang to the shambles led [01:24.25]And the mother's shriek of wild despair [01:29.67]Rise like a curse on the trembling air [01:36.66] [01:38.13]I could not sleep if I saw the lash [01:43.38]Drinking her blood at each fearful gash [01:48.12]And I saw her babes torn from her breast [01:53.38]Like trembling doves from their parent nest [01:59.21] [02:02.94]I'd shudder and start if I heard the bay [02:08.04]Of bloodhounds seizing their human prey [02:13.93] [02:14.92]And I heard the captive plead in vain [02:21.24] [02:22.66]As they bound afresh his galling chain [02:29.41] [02:31.48]If I saw young girls from their mother's arms [02:36.92]Bartered and sold for their youthful charms [02:41.98]My eye would flash with a mournful flame [02:46.13]My death paled cheek grow red with shame [02:53.88] [02:55.57]I would sleep dear friends where bloated might [03:02.10]Can rob no man of his dearest right [03:08.91]My rest shall be calm in any grave [03:13.77]Where none can call his brother a slave [03:20.65] [03:44.87]I ask no monument proud and high [03:50.58]To arrest the gaze of the passers by [03:55.87] [03:56.41]All that my yearning spirit craves [04:01.68]Is bury me not in a land of slaves