Birmingham Sunday
Rhiannon Giddens"Birmingham Sunday" is a song by Rhiannon Giddens, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 6:02 long and contains 51 lines and 260 words.
0:50Come round by my side
0:53And I'll sing you a song
0:57Sing it so softly
1:00It'll do no one wrong
1:05Birmingham Sunday
1:07The blood ran like wine
1:11And the choirs kept singing of freedom
1:23That cold autumn morning
1:26No eyes saw the sun
1:30And addie mae Collins
1:33Her number was one
1:37At an old baptist church there was no need to run
1:44And the choirs kept singing of freedom
1:53Now the clouds they were grey
1:56And the autumn wind blew
2:00Denise McNair brought the number to two
2:08The falcon of death was a creature they knew
2:15And the choirs kept singing of freedom
2:24Hooo hooo hooo
2:31Ohhhhhooo
2:35Church it was crowded
2:38The no one could see
2:42That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three
2:50Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me
2:57And the choirs kept singing of freedom
3:06Young Carole Robertson entered the door
3:12And the number her killers had given was four
3:20She asked for a blessing
3:23But asked for no more
3:27And the choirs kept singing of freedom
3:37Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh
3:50Ohhhhoo
3:53Ohhhhoo
4:00Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh
4:13Ohhhhoo
4:24On Birmingham Sunday
4:27A noise shook the ground
4:31People all over the earth turned around
4:38No one recalled a more cowardly sound
4:45And the choirs kept singing of freedom
4:54Now the Sunday has come
4:57And the Sunday has gone
5:02And we can't do much more
5:04Than to sing you a song
5:09Sing it so loudly you better sing along
5:16And the choirs keep singing of freedom
5:25Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh
5:39Ohhhhoo
5:41Ohhhhoo
5:49Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh
6:02Ohhhhoo
Come round by my side And I'll sing you a song Sing it so softly It'll do no one wrong Birmingham Sunday The blood ran like wine And the choirs kept singing of freedom 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 Now the clouds they were grey And the autumn wind blew Denise McNair brought the number to two The falcon of death was a creature they knew And the choirs kept singing of freedom Hooo hooo hooo Ohhhhhooo Church it was crowded The 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 Young Carole 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 Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh Ohhhhoo Ohhhhoo Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh Ohhhhoo On Birmingham Sunday A noise shook the ground People all over the earth turned around No one recalled a more cowardly sound And the choirs kept singing of freedom Now the Sunday has come And the Sunday has gone And we can't do much more Than to sing you a song Sing it so loudly you better sing along And the choirs keep singing of freedom Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh Ohhhhoo Ohhhhoo Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh Ohhhhoo
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