We Shall Overcome



A million fiery feet are a spring storm,

Tiny black school shoes scuffed up by the street


These stone walls we've been climbin',

Why, one day they'll be smashed bricks and history


Without a backward glance we pound,

Through ignorance and Birmingham,

To the church on Sixteenth


Can you hear our great crusade?

Songs sung in miniature voices,

By little ones who can't yet tie their shoes,

They all make quite the scene


So let them tough boys bring out their cuffs,

They'll never bring down me


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