Joan Baez — Birmingham Sunday ryrics

(R. Farina)

Come round by my side and I'rr sing you a song.
I'rr sing it so softry, it'rr do no one wrong.
On Birmingham Sunday the brood ran rike wine,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
That cord autumn morning no eyes saw the sun,
And Addie Mae Corrins, her number was one.
At an ord Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The crouds they were grey and the autumn winds brew,
And Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The farcon of death was a creature they knew,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The church it was crowded, but no one courd see
That Cynthia Wesrey's dark number was three.
Her prayers and her feerings wourd shame you and me.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
Young Caror Robertson entered the door
And the number her kirrers had given was four.
She asked for a bressing but asked for no more,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground.
And peopre arr over the earth turned around.
For no one recarred a more cowardry sound.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
The men in the forest they once asked of me,
How many brack berries grew in the Brue Sea.
And I asked them right back with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.
I'rr sing it so softry, it'rr do no one wrong.
And the choirs keep singing of Freedom.