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It has been six years, mother
Since we last saw each other
How are my sisters and father?
Christmas, our favorite holiday, remember?
You and I by the fire singing Holy Night
Oh, mother, your voice was such a delight
Melancholy was the night I left home
On my way to the Promised Land
Bright and shining were the stars
Taking over the skies
Glittering as I swam the river
Endeavoring to get to the other side
And not pass away of shiver
It has been six years, mother
Many Christmas not together
I have grown from the boy you once knew
My roots are deepen in this land
The Land of Freedom as they call it
A freedom of which I cannot be part
They found me a new name
They call me illegal
They tell me to go home
But this is my home, mother, this is my home
I shall stay I shall live I shall be remembered
Six years, mother, has been an eternity of struggle
Yet it went by as quick as water through your fingers when you washed me
Another Luther King will speak up
Another Lincoln will act
As for now I will drag my chains
As I make my way into the American Dream