Freedom Song Songtext

With blisters on her feet, she walked the road each day Montgomery, Alabama '55 Singing, "Justice is going to flow down like a river Our children would no longer be deprived" Rosa's heart was heavy, but she would never cry For her people she would stand and hold the line Armed with the power of songs and simply dignity She swore, "The voice that would surrender won't be mine" Woman singing a freedom song, Woman showing us the way Rosa never took that bus, but walked on through the rain She prayed for the power to make her stand alone Soon voices filled the streets from the county's back rooms Spirits raised by the courage of just one Rosa Parks had a dream and it lifted her Of simply how much better life could be She lit the flame and the fire is still burning Inside every heart that's longing to be free Woman singing a freedom song, Woman showing us the way Woman singing a freedom song, I'd love to hear that voice today With blisters on her feet, she moved from place to place Outside Dublin city '81 Sick and tired of being a stranger in her own home Where others had their comforts, she had none They gave Nan Joyce's people 48 hours To leave with their belongings once againg But Nan Joyce had seen enough of these evictions She dreaded facing the winter's wind and rain All her life Nan faced fear and ignorance Saw her loved ones turned away from countless doors With ancient songs and tales around the warm fire Spirits raised by the wealth of the travellers lore Nan Joyce had a dream and it lifted her She stood her ground and held her head on high She found her voice and spoke out So her children could be loved As Irish brothers and sisters by and by