Birmingham Sunday-Joan Baez

[ti:Birmingham Sunday] [ar:Joan Baez] [al:The Contemporary Ballad Book] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.53]Come round by my side and I＇ll sing you a song [00:07.22]I＇ll sing it so softly it＇ll do no one wrong [00:12.77] [00:13.70]On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine [00:19.26] [00:19.95]And the choir kept singing of freedom [00:25.87] [00:31.11]That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun [00:37.17]And Addie Mae Collins her number was one [00:42.35] [00:43.10]At an old Baptist church there was no need to run [00:49.02] [00:49.59]And the choir kept singing of freedom [00:55.32] [00:59.32]The clouds they were gray and the autumn winds blew [01:05.00]And Denise McNair brought the number to two [01:10.86] [01:11.80]The falcon of Death was a creature they knew [01:17.10] [01:17.79]And the choir kept singing of freedom [01:26.90] [01:28.34]The church it was crowded but no one could see [01:34.25]That Cynthia Wesley＇s dark number was three [01:40.18] [01:41.12]Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me [01:46.73] [01:47.35]And the choir kept singing of freedom [01:53.03] [01:58.53]Young Carol Robertson entered the door [02:03.95]And the number her killers had given was four [02:09.63] [02:10.25]She asked for a blessing but asked for no more [02:16.18] [02:16.74]And the choir kept singing of freedom [02:22.60] [02:27.13]On Birmingham Sunday the noise shook the ground [02:33.40]And people all over the earth turned around [02:39.08] [02:40.01]For no one recalled a more cowardly sounds [02:46.82]And the choir kept singing of freedom [02:52.31] [02:58.67]The men in the forest they asked it of me [03:05.10]How many blackberries grew in the blue sea [03:11.15] [03:12.03]And I asked them right with a tear in my eye [03:17.70] [03:18.51]How many dark ships in the forest [03:24.69] [03:27.31]The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone [03:32.25] [03:33.18]And I can＇t do much more than to sing you this song [03:39.05] [03:39.80]I＇ll sing it so softly it＇ll do no one wrong [03:46.79]And the choirs keep singing of freedom