《Birmingham Sunday》歌词

[00:00:00] Birmingham Sunday - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)

[00:00:00] Written by：Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers

[00:00:00] Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song

[00:00:06] I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong

[00:00:13] On birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine

[00:00:19] And the choirs kept singing of freedom

[00:00:30] That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun

[00:00:36] And Addie Mae Collins her number was one

[00:00:42] At an old baptist church there was no need to run

[00:00:49] And the choirs kept singing of freedom

[00:00:58] The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew

[00:01:04] And Denise McNair brought the number to two

[00:01:10] The falcon of death was a creature they knew

[00:01:17] And the choirs kept singing of freedom

[00:01:27] The church it was crowded but no one could see

[00:01:33] That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three

[00:01:40] Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me

[00:01:47] And the choirs kept singing of freedom

[00:01:58] Young Carol Robertson entered the door

[00:02:03] And the number her killers had given was four

[00:02:09] She asked for a blessing but asked for no more

[00:02:16] And the choirs kept singing of freedom

[00:02:26] On birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground

[00:02:32] And people all over the earth turned around

[00:02:39] For no one recalled a more cowardly sound

[00:02:46] And the choirs kept singing of freedom

[00:02:57] The men in the forest they once asked of me

[00:03:04] How many black berries grew in the blue sea

[00:03:11] I asked them right back with a tear in my eye

[00:03:18] How many dark ships in the forest

[00:03:26] The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone

[00:03:32] And I can't do much more than to sing you a song

[00:03:39] I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong

[00:03:46] And the choirs keep singing of freedom