Sung by Sweet Honey in the Rock whom I love and adore.
Lyrics and music by Bernice Johnson Reagon
Songtalk Publishing Co., copyright 1981
We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes
Until the killing of Black men, Black mothers' sons
Is as important as the killing of white men, white mothers' sons
That which touches me most is that I had a chance to work with people
Passing on to others that which was passed on to me
To me young people come first, they have the courage where we fail
And if I can but shed some light as they carry us through the gale
The older I get the better I know that the secret of my going on
Is when the reins are in the hands of the young, who dare to run against the storm
Not needing to clutch for power, not needing the light just to shine on me
I need to be one in the number as we stand against tyranny
Struggling myself don't mean a whole lot, I've come to realize
That teaching others to stand up and fight is the only way my struggle survives
I'm a woman who speaks in a voice and I must be heard
At times I can be quite difficult, I'll bow to no man's word
We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes
2 comments:
I too heard Sweet Honey in the Rock perform this song over the week-end. Powerful.
You have a beautiful mind, Brandon. I'll be honored to add you to my blogroll.
Peace.
Thanks. This comment didnt get delivered to me. Whats your name?
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