O freedom (Willem Verkaik)

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  • (Posted 2015-03-25)   CPDL #34877:        (Finale 2004)
Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2015-03-25).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 111 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: O freedom
Composer: Willem Verkaik
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1990

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Original text and translations

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O freedom, O freedom, O freedom after awhile,
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave,
And go home to my Lord and be free.

1.Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

2.That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun, And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one.
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

3.The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew, and Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The falcon of death was a creature they knew,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

4.The church it was crowded, but no one could see That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three.
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

5.Young Carol Robertson entered the door And the number her killers had given was four.
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

6.On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground And people all over the earth turned around.
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

7.The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
And the choirs keep singing of Freedom.