[Verse 1]
I dreamed a choir a swaying
The sound, it painted murals of black angels
They sang, “there ain’t no word, there ain’t no feeling
To show that rage a seething.”
They sang, “listen boy, listen good
Don’t try to empathise
You’ll never walk in these shoes
To look at your son and think of Emmett Till
The Gallant South that’s gone with the wind.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Singing, “I got sass and style but I don’t own my own surname
Burnt like an heirloom - our roots are scattered to the wind
I’ll break these chains that you can’t see"
[Chorus]
My children gonna bloom like an orchid
They gonna dream a dream that dreams back at mе
They can surrender to thе air and ride it and be free
[Verse 2]
I dreamed a Hard killing floor, they’re raising fists to beat the band
Overturning old ways - questioning law and and the lie of the land
If those blues notes wink at you, rejuvenate your senses like the morning dew
Rewrite our history or let the shame
Droop like a willow tree - there no alternative
[Pre-Chorus]
They sang, “I got sass and style but I don’t own my own surname
Burnt like an heirloom - our roots are scattered to the wind
I’ll break these chains that you can’t see"
[Chorus]
My children gonna bloom like an orchid
They gonna dream a dream that dreams back at me
They can surrender to the air and ride it and be free
[Verse 3]
I dreamed of Lady Day - standing like a Harlem Queen
Bate from pleasing Yankees and white folks
She asked, “Are things much different now?”
She looked at my uncertainty
The murels of black angels quick singing in their urgency
She pointed at three brothers, and took my hand
And walked me to a better land
[Pre-Chorus]
She sang, “I got sass and style, but I don’t own my own surname
Burnt like an heirloom, my roots are scattered to the wind
I’ll break these chains that you can’t see"
[Chorus]
My children gonna bloom like an orchid
They gonna dream a dream that dreams back at me
They can surrender to the air and ride it and be free
[Outro]
I dreamed a choir a swaying
I dreamed a choir a swaying
I dreamed a choir a swaying
I dreamed a choir a swaying
The sound, it painted murals of black angels
They sang, “there ain’t no word, there ain’t no feeling
To show that rage a seething.”
They sang, “listen boy, listen good
Don’t try to empathise
You’ll never walk in these shoes
To look at your son and think of Emmett Till
The Gallant South that’s gone with the wind.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Singing, “I got sass and style but I don’t own my own surname
Burnt like an heirloom - our roots are scattered to the wind
I’ll break these chains that you can’t see"
[Chorus]
My children gonna bloom like an orchid
They gonna dream a dream that dreams back at mе
They can surrender to thе air and ride it and be free
[Verse 2]
I dreamed a Hard killing floor, they’re raising fists to beat the band
Overturning old ways - questioning law and and the lie of the land
If those blues notes wink at you, rejuvenate your senses like the morning dew
Rewrite our history or let the shame
Droop like a willow tree - there no alternative
[Pre-Chorus]
They sang, “I got sass and style but I don’t own my own surname
Burnt like an heirloom - our roots are scattered to the wind
I’ll break these chains that you can’t see"
[Chorus]
My children gonna bloom like an orchid
They gonna dream a dream that dreams back at me
They can surrender to the air and ride it and be free
[Verse 3]
I dreamed of Lady Day - standing like a Harlem Queen
Bate from pleasing Yankees and white folks
She asked, “Are things much different now?”
She looked at my uncertainty
The murels of black angels quick singing in their urgency
She pointed at three brothers, and took my hand
And walked me to a better land
[Pre-Chorus]
She sang, “I got sass and style, but I don’t own my own surname
Burnt like an heirloom, my roots are scattered to the wind
I’ll break these chains that you can’t see"
[Chorus]
My children gonna bloom like an orchid
They gonna dream a dream that dreams back at me
They can surrender to the air and ride it and be free
[Outro]
I dreamed a choir a swaying
I dreamed a choir a swaying
I dreamed a choir a swaying
( Jack ORourke )
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