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