Looking down from heaven the angels sing
Black men, white men let freedom ring
From the north to the south to the east to the west
To the rich to the poor to the wise to the blessed
Can you still hear my voice? I won’t let the dream die
Shouting freedom oh freedom my soul’s battle cry
I remind you of the time when we had to fight
I remind you of the time when we didn’t have rights
Together we toiled marching hand in hand
Marching our way to God’s promise land
No the dream didn’t die it’s still alive
From heaven I see the time has arrived
No longer judged by the color of our skin
Let freedom ring again and again
No longer bound not having the right
The plea for freedom was worth the fight
Looking down from heaven now I see
That my time on earth was meant to be
Marching on walking hand in hand
Fighting for freedom and taking a stand
Living the dream Negro hymns we sing
Let freedom ring, oh let freedom ring